I really feel your pain. The ridiculous times I've had to set out just to ensure I was somewhere on time...
I was once told I could not stay over in Brighton on Sunday nights any more by my Line Manager because the trains were so unreliable; I'd been late about three Monday mornings. In about as many months. Bitch was able to decide to "work from home" if she woke up late.
On the Mondays the train was running well, I was in my seat, logged on, nearly an hour early. They ran every 20 minutes ostensibly, so I was already building in a stupid amount of leeway. And no-one in our little, close-knit team had any problem with me occasionally running late, given none of us took our proper breaks anyway, and on my usual commute (barring bombscares/ train crashes/ strikes) I was always at work early.
It ended the relationship with the chap in Brighton tbh. Sunday was the only day we were both free.
And made me hate her.
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