Yes, over here in Sydney we crumble under the pressure of a bit of water.
I know, it’s not like it’s snow, right? I can hear everyone in North America and Europe laughing.
Getting to work was a bit like Russian Roulette — would the trains arrive on time? No, wait, would the trains arrive? And more importantly, would they be running by the afternoon when it’s time to get home because let’s face it this is Sydney rail we’re talking about.
Then walking to work was a matter of avoiding the wind, which was interesting when you work in a part of Sydney filled with wind tunnels.
(*pic is indicative of what happened where I work because I couldn’t take any photos while I was holding on tightly to my umbrella and hoping we both made it to cover)
Having taken public transport for years, through 3 countries, I am obsessive about watching the weather every evening, not to mention having the right umbrella, shoes and the optimum size of bag when I am going to the gym after work to avoid spending the entire day damp. Living in Toronto with the snow drilled my dislike for wearing damp clothes all day at my desk and trudging to and from work with two very heavy bags; eventually one filled with clothes to change into at the office.
Objectively, I know I’m hilarious and not to mention a little sad, but honestly, I can’t imagine not braving the winter/wet season weather without being prepped for it. First thing I did after the most recent storms? Bought gumboots, like probably everyone else in Sydney. I like my shoes dammit, and I refuse to get them drenched.
I often get weird looks from family when I moan about the weather every night, because really I do that every night in winter. But in my head, getting to work is a finely calculated exercise and it’s the weirdest exercise in planning I’ve ever done in my entire life.
(But, yes these are #firstworldproblems, and there were tons of people out there who suffered immense damage through the storms and were helped by the wonderful SES)
