Why I Hate Living and Working in London
Why I Hate Living and Working in London
I’ve been working in London for quite sometime now and I always get this thought occasionally asking me “Why?”
London can be hard sometimes, the reality is that I wake up 6am every day to get to work, I leave work around 5.50pm and only have Sundays off.
I’m getting slightly frustrated with it all, so to let some steam off I have created a list of why I hate living and working in London.
- 20% of my money goes towards travelling (London Underground). Seriously, get that signal failure fixed for good. It’s been 4 years and I still hear the same excuse.
- I never get a seat, never ever! Actually I more often get stuck between Mr Vinegar Breath and “I TALK LOUD SYNDROME”.
- After a horrible stuffy journey to work, in order to get out of the underground I have to climb a fucking mountain. Escalators are too packed, I’m getting late because of stupid signal failure’s, stairs are my only option!
- Why do people watch me me furiously when I take the stairs, I feel as if I’m doing something wrong by taking the stairs - it’s a horrible feeling to encounter.
- I don’t want to pay £3.50 for a pint, whilst knowing that my local off license sells the same for 99p in a can. I’m feeling ripped off.
- Oh, the Pubs in London are very much like the London Underground. Over packed, over priced, no where to sit and I always seem to attract some bloody weirdo who pops out from no-where! I mean, whats that all about?
- Noise, noise, noise. London is too loud, if only there was a volume control, it would probably make me feel a bit better.
- Cyclists are not mortal, they are actually robot’s employed by the mayor to encourage frustration when crossing roads. I never thought I would get run over by a cyclist.
- Getting drunk in London is great until you wake up and realize your receipts are not very fun to read!
- Pollution in London is killing me apparently, more over I can’t actually see what’s killing me. Again, very frustrating.
- Shameless, majority of Londoners are shameless. Yes YOU, stop shouting at your phone. It’s only a phone, it has feelings too!
- Black cab drivers –> just shut up mate and get me to where were going. If I wanted to hear about Boris I’d read the fucking news.
- Parking, you can’t park anywhere in London. Not a single place and if you do find a place to park it’s either a parking meter charging you £1 for 15 minutes or a traffic warden around the corner about to fix you.
- My work life is my private life in London, everyone at work can see right through me like a window!
- I wear a suit, tie, shirt, shoes, cuff links, brylcream, aftershave and I still look like the million others who come into work.
- Buses, god damn buses. They are everwhere, they are obstructions. Just too many buses and surprsingly half of them are empty.
- Public toilets, jesus where do I start. The cleaner normally looks like a rapist, most of them are out of order and the one’s that aren’t, you wish they were!
- Is there one single place in London for adults that doesn’t involve drinking?
- My hard earned money goes towards council tax, which basically covers me for . . . “fuck all”!
- I bought a scooter the other day because I got fed-up with taking the underground. A week later Westminister council decided charge me £1.50 a day for parking, things are not any getting better in London.
- We have a mayor who’s blonde! Fantastic.
Ok, I feel abit better now. If you want to feel better, why not let it off as well by leaving a comment.
