Confessions of a Melbourne Commuter
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Each entry has its own title based on the highlights for that day. For example, one entry is called Phlegm. There was this guy who coughed out his phlegm and spat it out on the train floor in front of another passenger. Another example is entitled B.O. A guy who was standing next to Renelo, put on his surgical mask and looked at him. Renelo thought that he was sending him a message that he had B.O. Renelo was pretty sure he showered that morning. He just ignored him.
During the writing of this travel diary, Renelo realised that he was trying to force himself to be someone hes not. He doesnt like watching other peoples activities on the train. He certainly doesnt like to listen to other peoples conversations. He was doing it because he promised himself to complete this project. He doesnt want to start something that he cant finish, unless there is any plausible excuse.
Discover how Renelo went through the most embarrassing, disgusting, funniest and weirdest train travels.
Renelo Drummer
It’s been a while since RENELO DRUMMER used to catch the train to Melbourne for work. When he accepted a new job in 2014, he knew that he would be commuting to Melbourne again. Pictures of people doing different things flashed in his mind. Yelling, chatting, sneezing, staring at other people (crap!), picking their noses (what the!), scratching their __ __ __ __ (unbelievable!), among others. During his travels in the first couple of weeks, he noticed other passengers do strange things on the train. A lot crazier than what he initially thought. The conversations people were having, became more interesting. That’s when he decided to create a travel diary on his phone and started writing down what he saw and heard on the train and tram.
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Confessions of a Melbourne Commuter - Renelo Drummer
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Balboa Press rev. date: 03/06/2017
Contents
Thank You
To The Reader
This Chapter Is Dedicated To All Melbourne Commuters
This Chapter Is Dedicated To Rhett Dale
This Chapter Is Dedicated To Matt Lewis
This Chapter Is Dedicated To Mary Mills
This Chapter Is Dedicated To Samuel Peque
This Chapter Is Dedicated To The Spanish Gal At Parliament
This Chapter Is Dedicated To The Girl I Saw On 1 March 2015
This Chapter Is Dedicated To Abraham Peque
This Chapter Is Dedicated To Renelo Zammit
This Chapter Is Dedicated To Bradman
This Chapter Is Dedicated To Jolene
Happy Commuting!
This book is
dedicated to my Creator
THANK YOU
To all my family and friends including:
Matt Lewis
Rhett Dale
Mary Mills
Samuel Peque
Renelo Zammit
Abraham Peque
And also to the:
Melbourne commuters
who made my daily commute interesting.
TO THE READER
THE JOURNEY
It was July 2014. I was alone and cold. By this time, I had quit my job to work on the accounting business that I’ve been doing on the weekends. For the first couple of weeks, it was fantastic. I had all the time to work on my clients. I had also more time to think about what I wanted to do and the projects I wanted to start.
I enjoyed having total control of my schedule. I could schedule things I wanted to do and events I wanted to attend. It was fantastic.
After a few weeks of doing my own thing, I started to feel isolated. There were times that I wanted to bounce some ideas off someone but there was no one. It was just me working on my laptop all day. For the first time after I quit my job, I missed the people I used to work with. I missed working with a team.
Then I thought about looking for a job somewhere in the city. A role that is team-oriented. I sent my resume to an agency. I received a call from them not long after that. They found me a role in the south side of the city (Melbourne) that they thought I might be interested in. I went for the interview. Shortly after that they called me in again for another interview.
After about a week, the agency rang me to say that I got the job. It all happened so fast that I almost didn’t have time to think about whether this was the job I was looking for. I accepted the offer to join the company and started the following week.
THE IDEA
It’s been a while since I used to catch the train to the city for work. When I accepted the new job, I knew that I would be commuting to work every day. Pictures of people doing different things on the train flashed in my mind. Yelling, chatting, sneezing, staring at other people (crap!), picking their noses (what the!), scratching their ______________ (unbelievable!), among others.
The first week was challenging as I tried to change my routine and adjust to the new environment. The second week was getting better. I quickly adjusted. I set up a new routine. It was during this time that this idea to write this book came about.
I noticed other passengers do strange things on the train. A lot crazier than I initially thought. The conversations people were having, became more interesting. That’s when I decided to create a travel diary on my phone and started writing down what I see and hear on the train and tram.
Each entry has its own title based on the highlights for that day. To give you an example, one of the entries is called Phlegm. There was this guy who coughed out his phlegm and spat it out on the train floor in front of another passenger. Another example is entitled B.O. A guy was standing next to me, put on his surgical mask and looked at me. I thought he was sending me a message that I had B.O. I was pretty sure I showered that morning.
THE LESSON
During the writing of this travel diary, I realised that I was trying to force myself to be someone I’m not. I don’t like watching other people’s activities on the train. I certainly don’t like to listen to other people’s conversations. I was doing it because I promised myself to complete this project. I don’t want to start something that I can’t finish, unless there is any plausible excuse. About halfway through this project, I noticed that I became more observant to little things, sensitive to quiet conversations and easily distracted by pretty women.
I thought about giving up towards the end of the project. In fact, I thought about it quite a lot that I couldn’t sleep for some nights. In the end, I decided that I didn’t want to break the promise I made to myself. I stuck to the initial plan and completed the project. That is why you are reading this book right now.
A friend told me that in any given situation, there will be benefits and drawbacks. The truth, however, of any experience is not what you go through but rather how you perceive it. (Thanks Matt).
When he said this to me, I realised that because of this book project, I discovered more things about myself that I would not have known otherwise. I realised that I have more discipline than I thought. I learned how to appreciate beauty in its true sense, not as a result of testosterone. I learned how to be more considerate to other people. I developed incredible levels of patience and forgiveness during my journey and towards the completion of this project.
Lastly, I discovered more of my weaknesses as a human being. I was guilty of pointing out other people’s shortcomings that I overlooked my own. I realised that people are quick to judge or label other people just because they are different, both in physical features and ideology.
I am not perfect. I made mistakes. I know.
Now, I’m a better person because of this project.
Thank you.
Renelo Drummer
THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO ALL MELBOURNE COMMUTERS
SEPTEMBER 2014
29th, Monday
My first seat
After three weeks of commuting, I finally got a seat on the train from my station.
I can read a book comfortably now. Yes!
When I started reading, this crazy guy sitting next to me started dozing off. He leaned his head on my shoulder. I noticed some dandruff. I could not believe it!
What do I do? Should I keep my cool or play the ‘nasty card’?
Fortunately for him, I was in a good mood this morning and had a few drops of patience to spare. Besides it’s the first entry to my diary and I didn’t want to paint a scene of bruises and blood, broken ribs and black eyes. He decided to come back to life before my patience ran out.
I was happy again. And because it is spring time and I had my stylish spring jacket on, I was happier.
When I was waiting for my tram on Collins Street, the street cleaner was cleaning the tram tracks with his ride-on sweeper and we all covered our mouths for three minutes. It felt like it was going on forever.
Why couldn’t he do it during office hours, while people are inside their offices?
After he finished cleaning our section of the tram stop, my shirt was covered in dust. Just nice!
When I got on the tram, I stood next to a cute gal listening to her music. I felt happy again. Well, that happiness lasted for a minute until this guy tried to squeeze himself onto the tram steps and he stood between me and the pretty gal.
It was crazy! ‘C’mon man, just wait for the next tram,’ I felt like saying it to him.
I got off my tram stop; which was just outside McDonald’s. I needed my medium soy cappuccino before work.
End of the day. I finished work late at my new job. The tram was delayed by three minutes which felt like forever.
I dropped by the city to get some dinner. While I was walking on Swanston Street, a guy who was wearing a shirt with an Asian restaurant logo cut me off and tried to elbow me.
What the heck was that about?
30th, Tuesday
Little things
It’s the second day in a row for me to get a seat on the train from my station. I sat next to a good-looking, well-dressed lady. It was the perfect seat of me on a perfect 24°C morning.
Coming out of the train station was a little crazy. Although there were a lot of things and noises around me, I wasn’t really bothered by them. I could still feel peace within me. This made me realise that sometimes happiness is just enjoying the little things. It doesn’t need to be grand like winning a million dollars in the lotto or an inheritance from a long lost uncle who moved to Denmark.
Back to simple things. From now on, every time I feel down or discouraged, I will remind myself of those little things I enjoy―my favourite spring jacket, the good weather, that smile from a fellow commuter, that funny tram driver and or your coffee made by that girl you have a crush on at McDonald’s.
Remember those little things.
THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO RHETT DALE
OCTOBER 2014
1st, Wednesday
Newbies
There were two teenage girls on the train who seemed lost. They were trying to figure out what train they were on and how to get to their destination by looking at the train network map. Though, I would assume that most people have smartphones these days, particularly young people. These days, there is almost no excuse to get lost. It only takes a few taps to look up an address on your phone.
2nd, Thursday
Reading
I didn’t get a seat on the train. I was hoping to get one because I was early. Anyway, I stood next to this cute Asian girl who was reading her iPad. She wasn’t holding onto anything. It’s amazing how she kept her balance on a moving train and was still able to read. Normally, when I read while standing on the train or tram, one hand always holds a rail to keep my balance. This also saves me from a potential embarrassing fall which actually happened to me before. Trust me, it was not a pleasant experience.
I looked around the train and people were all reading. So I pulled out my Seth Godin book and continued from where I stopped the other day. The chapter was about spreading ideas like a virus.
I read an article on mX that commuting made people more productive. During travel, they read more, make phone calls, prepare for exams and do their homework. I totally agree with that because that’s what I’ve been doing. I did some calculations to work out how much time is saved or spent on travelling or driving. Take driving for example. It takes an hour to drive to work and another from work to home. That’s two hours every day. And that’s even conservative because there are days when traffic is so bad (more like every day anyway!). If you work five days a week, you would spend ten hours wasted on driving. Multiply that by 52 weeks to get 520 hours in a year. That’s equivalent to 65 working days which is over two months. That is crazy! Absolutely unbelievable!
Imagine what you can do with those hours. I can probably finish reading a few books or write another one. Perhaps, complete a song-writing course. Now, I’m thinking to take up a law degree.
3rd, Friday
Chillax
It’s Friday and it was an early start for me to host a community radio program. I got up at 5 A.M. to get ready, and drove to the train station to catch the 6:05 A.M. train. My radio program starts at 7 A.M.
When I got up this morning, there was a voice inside my head telling me to skip the radio and to go back to bed. But then these pictures of success, community work and helping kids kept flashing in my mind. So I forced myself to get up. I went to shower, put my clothes on and rushed to catch my train. I made it the radio station just right on time. My co-broadcaster was there. I’m glad that he shows up every Friday morning. Community radio broadcasters don’t get paid to do this that’s why I admire everyone’s