A Day In The Life Of Liz, Boston, Coffee, Commuter Rail, Commuting, Train

My Top Ten Tips For Surviving Commuting

Sometimes I joke around and say that if you don’t know where I am, it’s either in the editing lab working on my current package, or on the commuter rail. It’s sad, but also, not false. 

Commuting is a full time job. I love when people take the commuter rail and they clearly don’t do it much, because they are all happy and talkative and they don’t know to have their ticket ready to go before they get on the train. I feel like telling them that the appeal wears off. 

Sometimes parents take their children to the train station to watch the trains go by, and it’s adorable to see how happy it makes them, but then I think, if only you knew how much pain it causes all of us. 

In order to survive commuting, I have come up with a guide. A top ten, of sorts. If you commute, you will agree, if you don’t you’ll think I’m being ridiculous, but believe me, you are going to want those heavy winter gloves when the train is delayed and you end up having the stand outside for 30 minutes in the 15 degree weather. 

Here we go: 

10: Get a Really Warm Winter Coat, Jacket, Mittens, Hat. 

When the train is late, or the train breaks down, or the heat is broken on the car, or you realize you wanted to go out with your friends after your day, you won’t regret it. Maybe it’s not the latest fashion, or the latest trends, but nobody on the train cares. You will be happy to have that warmth while you wish you didn’t have to wait outside for the train. 

9: Invest in Some Really Nice, Comfortable Shoes

It sounds silly, but the thing is, when you commute, you have no down time. From the minute you get in your car to drive to the train, to the minute you get back in your car after the train ride home, you won’t have a minute to relax. Where would you even go to relax? If you are like me, you may have a friend who lives in the North End and lets you go over for an hour in the middle of the day, but still, you can’t rely on him to always be there. Believe me, you are going to want those comfy shoes. 

8: Get Really Good At Time Management. 

I can tell you the exact amount of time it takes me to get to my house from the train station. (26 minutes) I can tell you the exact amount of time it will take me in Starbucks to get my coffee in the morning, (8 minutes) and the exact amount of time I need to print out my essay that’s due right before class. (if there is no line, 6 minutes.) I know if I take the 8:01 train its 35 minutes, but if I take the 6:56 train it’s 29 minutes. I know it’s 3 minutes from Back Bay to Ruggles, and I know that it takes my 12 minutes to walk from South Station to Sawyer Building. 

7: Bring a Book. 

Sure, you have your phone, or music. But, day after day of aimlessly scrolling through social media will really wear on you. You will waste your data, your dad will get mad, or you will just feel like you are wasting time. Get a book, read that book. I’m telling you, I’ve read 30 books this year, all thanks to the commuter rail 

6: Get Ready To Be Tired. 

At least at first. I remember going home, and feeling really tired. Now, I’m used to it, so I’m not tired anymore. My legs hurt, my head was tired, and their are lots of days I still want a little more sleep, but I’m used to it now. 

5: Bring Your Lunch

Especially if you are commuting to Boston, I don’t know how expensive the rest of the country is, but Boston is expensive. I just can’t be buying food every day. Bringing lunch really pays off, I can eat it wherever I am, I don’t have to wait in line, which wastes more time. And at the end of the day, when I get hungry, I have a snack. I am already paying for my monthly commuter rail pass and parking, gosh, I don’t know what I’d do if I had to pay 15 dollars for lunch every day. That’s 75 dollars a week! 

4: Don’t Expect Miracles. 

The commuter rail is run by humans, humans make mistakes. I know I make mistakes, so many mistakes. If the train breaks down, or it’s late, sure it’s annoying, but I can’t get too mad, I’m sure they feel bad enough already, just be patient, wait it out, and eventually I’ll get where I need to go, and usually the train is on time. 

3: Really Appreciate When You Get Where You Need To Go

Whenever you get where you are going, be happy, have a little fun, buy a coffee, just be all there, because soon enough, you will have to go back to South Station to wait for the train again, so be happy when you are wherever you needed to be. 

2. Be Nice To Everyone You See On The Train, Or On The Sidewalks. 

We are all on the same boat. Most likely, nobody really wants to be doing this, but we all are anyways. Let them on the train in front of you, let them sit in the middle seat when they are short on cars that day. Try to smile, tell them if they dropped something. When you are packing for 16 hours, it’s hard to remember it all, help them out, smile, be kind, but don’t be dumb either, be quiet in the morning. 

1: No Matter How Bad of A Day it is on the train, it’s still better than driving.

Always remember, sure, most days it’s cold, it’s rainy, it’s windy, but, it’s still better than sitting on the highway in gridlock for hours, wasting gas, wasting time, let alone finding a parking spot in Boston. At least on the train, you can read, you can text, you can listen to your podcast, all while someone else is doing the driving for you. Taking the train, is always better than driving. I tell myself that everyday, and it’s not so bad anymore.

Maybe I’ll see you on the commuter rail! 

Coffee

My Morning Coffee Run

As most people in Boston do, each morning I journey to either Starbucks, or Dunkin Donuts, or I bring coffee from home, or I get some coffee from the cafe in my school. No matter how it happens, it always happens. I get my coffee, and then my day starts. pexels-photo-888992.jpeg

 

Many times I go during rush hour, and I try to be quick because clearly the barista’s don’t care, and the people in line behind me have places to go, and I have places to go as well and I don’t want to hold up the line. pexels-photo.jpg

 

But, many other times, I will go at 9:55, right after my 9 a.m. class, and right before my internship that starts at 10. (The internship is at Channel 7 WHDH, which if you know Boston, you know WHDH is right next to Suffolk, so I’m always right on time, no need to worry.)

 

This morning it occurred to me how important it is to really be nice, the people taking my order are just that: people! They have feelings, and they care, and they have problems and lives, and they need love too, as important as it for them to be nice to us, it’s important for us to be nice to them.

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To my point, I was at Dunkin Donuts this morning getting my Medium Iced Coffee Caramel Swirl with cream and sugar. That is always what I get when I go there. There is one woman in front of me, and she ordered 15 munchkins. The barista started putting them in a bag and she said,

“Can I have a box?”

“Of course, I’m sorry. That’s no problem,” The barista replied. He emptied the munchkins into the box and filled it up a little more.

He handed them over to the woman and rang her up. Right as she was about to leave, he said

“Have a great day Sweetie.”

“Don’t call me sweetie, you shouldn’t call anyone sweetie, it’s just rude,” she said sharply.

He profusely apologized, again and again, and I felt bad for the man, he wasn’t trying to be rude, he was just trying to help her have a good day, and be nice.

She left without saying anything else, that was, after the eye roll.

Then, I ordered and as he was making my drink he said to me, clearly distressed from the rude woman before me,

“I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong.” He went on to say how he felt bad for saying that to the woman, but he didn’t think it was bad, he was just trying to be nice, and do his job well.

“You did nothing wrong, some people are just rude, they don’t care how they sound,” I answered him, trying to help him not feel bad about some woman who clearly doesn’t care about anyone but herself.

“I was never told not to say have a good day sweetie, I was never told that, I even gave her 5 extra munchkins for free.”

“Don’t worry about her, don’t worry, you’re doing a great job. You’re doing great.” I said, and I really meant that.

He then gave me my coffee and I thanked him. He said “Have a great day honey, and I just smiled at him and thanked him one more time.

My whole 4 minute walk to the internship I was thinking about that interaction I just had. Why couldn’t that woman just let it slide? Maybe it did make her uncomfortable, but why couldn’t she just let it slide and not go to that Dunkin Donuts again? We are in Boston, walk 3 minutes and you’ll find another. Why couldn’t she just thank him and walk away, or say you too!? Why did she find it so important to say that at that moment and maybe ruin the rest of his hour?

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I truly felt bad for him, but I also felt bad for the woman who is so upset that she feels the need to bring others down. I hope that my life is never that bad that I have to be mean and rude, and I hope that I never make anyone feel like that ever, in any part of my life. I also hope that if there is one thing you take out of this, besides how weird and uncomfortable my coffee run was this morning, it’s that: BE NICE! TO EVERYONE!