People,

Life is tough in Boston right now. It's cold, wet and impossible to get around. I live at the bottom of a hill and just getting to my house has required me to become the Somerville sidewalk equivalent of Johnny Moseley. My point? Winter...er...how do you say?....sucks.

However, this morning I realized that my life is better than the thankless life of a T conductor. It's got to be hard on a person when no one ever believes a word you say. For example, I was standing on the crowded Porter Square platform this morning when a full train pulled up. Despite the pleas of the conductor to wait for the three empty trains he assured us were right behind us, everyone of course got on his train, plunging us all into a five minute "the door's of the train must be closed for us to leave the station, please clear the doors" ordeal.

I was standing there on the train thinking "idiots, just wait for the next train, do you think he's lying?" when I realized that I of course was a full fledged member of that same idiot club. I mean, the conductor could have told us all that the next three trains were full of willing nubile virgins, billions of dollars and crystal meth and still no one would have waited.

Now, you all know my job makes me insane, but I think if I had to be that train conductor I would go postal in about one and a half nanoseconds.