2023-02-10

Bus drivers on strike

 

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Hilversum was the place where I had to go to last Monday. As befits a good civil servant, I prefer to travel by public transport. Regional transport was on strike this week, but the trains were running normally, it was emphatically stated. Nice. I shouldn't have been bothered by the strike. It turned out differently.

When I travel by train, I always take the city bus to the station. I am a man of definitions; For me, regional transport is transport between places and city buses run in the city – and therefore not in the region. But because I also understand that drivers who work for a carrier that serves both the region and the city are not exclusively city bus or regional bus drivers, I had my wife take me to the station a few weeks ago, when they also went on strike. That turned out not to be necessary: the city buses ran on schedule. My definitions were correct.

So they would also run last Monday, I assumed. At one point at the bus stop, a girl asked me: “Are you going to the station?” I glanced at my watch and replied, "I don't think so." She consoled me by telling me that line 231 would arrive in six minutes. However, that would be too late to catch my train, and moreover, line 231 is a regional bus…

I had to come up with an alternative. At the Mediapark in Hilversum, students of Make IT Work (a retraining program of the Amsterdam University of Applied Sciences) would soon expect me to give a guest lecture; I had to be on time. I calculated my options. I wouldn't make it to the station in time by bike; with the car I had another chance. With big, but careful steps – it was freezing – I returned home, texting my wife what my plan was, so that she wouldn't be shocked when the car suddenly disappeared. She was willing to drop me off too, but then I might have a problem on the way back. I got in and drove off. Traffic lights, that usually show me their red light, were favorable to me for once.

On the way, I pondered my parking options. There are two ways to go in the parking lot at the station: to the left and to the right. Turning left leads to the entrance of the station, turning right leads away from it. Turning right, the chance of a free space is therefore considerably greater – after all, everyone wants to be at the front. But if you park there, you have to walk further. If you turn left and you don't find a spot there, you still have to go to the other side and that means extra time loss. I took a gamble and turned left. My courage was rewarded: there was exactly one free spot, near the entrance. Moreover, it was a place that overlooked the busy road past the parking lot, which I liked very much, because a few decades ago my car was broken into in that parking lot and the radio was stolen (by the way, thanks to an attentive witness, the crooks were caught and I got my radio back). Satisfied, I walked into the station. I reached the platform at the same time as my train and I arrived at my destination in plenty of time. Incidentally, it would not have been disastrous if I had missed this train: My itinerary had a margin, the next train would also have delivered me on time.

It probably takes a fair amount of professional deformation to relate the above to my profession. Since I have quite a lot of that, my adventures from that morning became part of my lecture, its subject being risk analysis. If you look at the above account through that lens, then you realize that risk analyses are not limited to your work as an information security officer: they do not just take place if and when your agenda states that you have to do a risk analysis on that day and at that time and there will be not always a complicated, formal method. Risk analyses are carried out in daily life – usually unconsciously but it happens all the time. You do that too.

Let me explain. My initial decision to take the bus was based on historical data (during the previous strike the city buses did run), from which I deduced that the chances of a running bus were favorable. The decision not to take the bicycle, but the car, was based on the likelihood of catching my train in this way. The fact that I didn't run home but - despite my haste - just walked, had to do with the risk of slipping. Even the text to my wife was risk management driven. Left or right in the parking lot: OK, I admit, that was an irrational guess. But hey, I'm just a human who hopes for the occasional windfall. In risk analyses, the expected consequences of wrong choices also play a role, according to the old formula: Risk = Likelihood x Severity. With all the choices I made that morning, the possibility of missing my train hung over me like the sword of Damocles.

Think of me the next time you have to make decisions. Who knows, it might help you make well-founded choices.

 

And in the big bad world…

This section contains a selection of news articles I came across in the past week. Because the original version of this blog post is aimed at readers in the Netherlands, it contains some links to articles in Dutch. Where no language is indicated, the article is in English.

 

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