I had a string of 7 lates - lates are never my favourite shift, and seven at once, 6 of which were at very quiet stations, was nearly enough to drive me batty. On Sunday, I also ended up doing 2 and a half hours of overtime, since my shift was supposed to finish at 11, but the staffmember at Cockfosters had called in sick, so I ended up staying on until gone 1am once the last train had come in.

Let's see, a rundown of some of the more exciting moments... well... given that I was doing lates at a station that has a few stablers, there were plenty of trains to check and sleeping passengers to rouse. The best was one where we had a call from a few stops down the line, saying there was a drunk in the first carriage, so could we see he got off at our station (this train wasn't actually stabling, but going on to Cockfosters - I think it may have been the last train, however). So down we went, and were looking in the first carriage as the train pulled in. We couldn't see anyone obviously drunk, and certainly no one asleep - at least until the doors opened, revealing the passed out gentleman in question, lying on the floor, one leg propped up on a seat. Given that we were both female and, while I'm fairly strong if rather unfit, the supervisor is on the petite side, we left him there for Cockfosters and, if necessary, the BTP to deal with, since if we'd held the train at our platform to remove him, we would have been causing a hold up.

I also had a drunk in the very last carriage of a train that would *not* wake up - typically it was one I'd gone to detrain alone, so I had to call the supervisor down and get the driver up. Eventually after much hammering on the wall, some not-so-gentle shaking and an awful lot of hollering, he finally came round!

At Cockfosters on Sunday, one of the people we removed from the last train had been in a fight, had barely-congealed blood all over the back of his head, and informed us he actually wanted to be in... Uxbridge. And having locked up the station, we came back down to find we'd missed someone on a bench, who we had to half-drag upstairs. Earlier on Sunday we had an off-duty policeman bring us someone off the train who was acting confused and apparently had cuts over his legs, and we had to get the police out (who also called an ambulance just in case). I also got kissed by some customer who I'd been chatting to while there was a slight delay in the service.

Monday I was at Wood Green, nice and busy, with a supervisor and CSA's that I quite like, so the time seemed to fly! We had some nutcase foreign woman yelling down the telephone for about twenty minutes - we made a couple of on-duty police officers go over and tell her to keep her voice down when they came through the station for a routine check. *g*

I also got an email from LU asking me to choose an assessment day for my Train Op application - I need to see if I can get on one of the workshops first really, I have a feeling I'll need all the help I can get. Then, come Sunday, I'm on annual leave, so posts here are going to be even more sparse than they have been anyway lately!

As for the Metronet mess, I'm not really qualified to comment; I've read a book and a few articles about PPP and that's about the extent of my knowledge. *g*