Upheaval Just Aint What It Used To Be
My local train station has always been a nightmare to park at.
If you have fortune of not needing to get into Central London before 9, you will find that few (if any) spaces are left after the rush.
The carpark ticket machines have been faulty for just over 2 years, forcing you to park (if you can) then walk several hundred metres to the train ticket machines, which on any given day are mostly faulty.
Not to worry, you have the option of standing in a queue which is always dozens deep and due to the cunning placement of the clerk windows, cuts across the entry and exit barriers, leading a constant, multi-way flow of hurried and stressed people trying to navigate static and stressed people.
Recently much of the carpark has been undergoing engineering work. The queue-buzz is that they are providing more spaces and more machines (maybe even some that work).
But this morning, the reality hit.
The work is a re-surfacing scheme with a big NO ENTRY sign painted on the slope that has been instrumental in the only saving grace, which was traffic flow.
This has ensured that everyone now has to drive in the same funnel, so the traffic flow is totally fucked.
But this is unfair to the station work undertaken, as actually they have done one more thing, and that is to make a chunk of the (already limited) spaces into ‘premium’ spaces.
This masterpiece of price elasticity of demand, has meant that not only is the traffic flow now fucked, even if you CAN find a space, you need to pay top dollar.
Get there a few hours earlier and you may find a rare non-premium space, but they’ve thought of that too and whacked the price up.
Genius.
Because my friends, this shit-hole of a station isn’t about user experience and user value, no…no… This is about business.
And business is good.
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As one recent commentator (blatantly a rail worker) on this blog pointed out, if I don’t like it, I could always move house to a different area.
I guess standard upheaval just ain’t what it used to be. Why not go the whole hog and re-design your life around total and utter incompetance?















