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As someone who is striking to save the services we provide, I don’t understand today’s hate toward bus drivers. We’re not the problem.
As a bus driver in Sydney, I know that many of you don’t particularly like us, especially in light of the decision we’ve made to strike today, adding to the inconvenience of your usual commute.
I’ve been keeping an eye on things online today, and the point seems to be lost on some of you who are blaming us for the $30 UberX charges or for missed appointments because of the excessive delays felt on other public transport modes. But that is entirely our point. You need us.
And for the rest of the year, we’re an invisible workforce. Not seen, nor heard.
We hope you feel our absence today.
We’re not doing it to put you out, or even solely for us, we’re doing it for those we ferry. You. Privatisation of these services does nothing but hike the fares you pay, and indeed subjects the services we provide to the conditions of a profit-driven entity. Bottom line results will overtake the service, which could manifest itself in fewer drivers, and indeed less routes. We are a service-based entity, working in an inherently flawed environment.
The NSW transport system has a raft of challenges. It currently is run by a man from rural Bega (a place with seven routes total), but I don’t believe sweeping it into the lap of someone else will fix the issue. A new coat of paint doesn’t fix the problems with the engine.
— Thomas (@thethomasjs) May 18, 2017
It’s a small pocket of resistance, but feet must be planted, for if we sit idly by, who’s to say that privatisation won’t simply ride until only the next stop? It’ll be the next one, then the next one, then the one after that, until the map of Sydney is covered – buses, ferries, trains, everything.
We, are the so-called finger in the dyke.
From here, who knows. We’ll learn more in the morning. But this afternoon, after work, while cursing the time lost waiting for replacement services, or counting the spooling figure on the taxi metre, pay attention to what you’re seeing, and know that this temporary inconvenience could be easily made permanent.