This was my day yesterday:
I worked until quite late the other night (yesterday morning) which led to the inevitable oversleeping... which, of course, led to the inevitable running full-tilt for the train (which is fun in a suit and tie in the rain). As I and several others (apparently having the same morning) ran to the train, each of us passed our cards over the sensor quickly (which generally keeps the gate open). 1 - 2 - 3, and then me. Going at full tilt, I flipped my card across the sensor, heard the beep, and then BAM! The crotch-high gate snapped closed so quickly I realized I was flipping over before I felt the pain of hitting it.
Then, as if to say "ha ha, just kidding," it snapped back open again.
Swearing like a sailor, I limped quickly up the escalator, just as the train pulled in. I jumped on, found a seat, and then... nothing... after a few minutes, the announcement came overhead that there was a train broken down in front of us, and that we would not be moving "for a while." Since my new boss is a bit of a nitpicker for schedule (he was a school teacher in his previous career), I sent him a blackberry email letting him know I would now be late.
Of course, when the trains get backed up in rush hour, that means that each station has dozens of people cowding on - including the guy who came on at the next stop standing holding the rail, and backed up so close to my seat that his ass was inches from my face the whole time. He literally kept bumping up against the brim of my hat. I kept trying to think of a polite way to tell him that I really wasn't into guys.
By the time I got to L'Enfant Plaza, the train was so crowded that I had to literally push my way out of it before the doors closed again.
I got to work, *carefully* made a pot of coffee - and then the thermal travel mug that has worked flawlessly for years decided to leak out all over my pants and the papers on my desk.
I cleaned up, borrowed someone's ceramic mug, transferred the coffee, and tried to get on with my morning. A short time later, my coworker asked me to follow him to a meeting so I could explain the previous day's meeting to him before hand (I just *love* meetings). He suddenly realized (while climbing the stairs) that the meeting was downstairs, not upstairs, turned around suddenly, and as I swerved, my elbow (attached to the arm holding the coffee mug) slammed down on the metal railing, splashing coffee all over me, the wall, and the stairs.
I cleaned up yet again, went back to my office, sat down to do email, and my whiteboard abruptly tumbled from the wall, crashing on the floor. I just started laughing my ass off at the absurdity of the day.
It stopped being funny at lunchtime when we walked across the street to the NASA cafe and I got my usual cajun chicken philly sandwich. About an hour later, on my 3rd emergency trip to the bathroom, I decided that work could go f--- itself, and I went home... which is where I should have stayed in the first place...
I worked until quite late the other night (yesterday morning) which led to the inevitable oversleeping... which, of course, led to the inevitable running full-tilt for the train (which is fun in a suit and tie in the rain). As I and several others (apparently having the same morning) ran to the train, each of us passed our cards over the sensor quickly (which generally keeps the gate open). 1 - 2 - 3, and then me. Going at full tilt, I flipped my card across the sensor, heard the beep, and then BAM! The crotch-high gate snapped closed so quickly I realized I was flipping over before I felt the pain of hitting it.
Then, as if to say "ha ha, just kidding," it snapped back open again.
Swearing like a sailor, I limped quickly up the escalator, just as the train pulled in. I jumped on, found a seat, and then... nothing... after a few minutes, the announcement came overhead that there was a train broken down in front of us, and that we would not be moving "for a while." Since my new boss is a bit of a nitpicker for schedule (he was a school teacher in his previous career), I sent him a blackberry email letting him know I would now be late.
Of course, when the trains get backed up in rush hour, that means that each station has dozens of people cowding on - including the guy who came on at the next stop standing holding the rail, and backed up so close to my seat that his ass was inches from my face the whole time. He literally kept bumping up against the brim of my hat. I kept trying to think of a polite way to tell him that I really wasn't into guys.
By the time I got to L'Enfant Plaza, the train was so crowded that I had to literally push my way out of it before the doors closed again.
I got to work, *carefully* made a pot of coffee - and then the thermal travel mug that has worked flawlessly for years decided to leak out all over my pants and the papers on my desk.
I cleaned up, borrowed someone's ceramic mug, transferred the coffee, and tried to get on with my morning. A short time later, my coworker asked me to follow him to a meeting so I could explain the previous day's meeting to him before hand (I just *love* meetings). He suddenly realized (while climbing the stairs) that the meeting was downstairs, not upstairs, turned around suddenly, and as I swerved, my elbow (attached to the arm holding the coffee mug) slammed down on the metal railing, splashing coffee all over me, the wall, and the stairs.
I cleaned up yet again, went back to my office, sat down to do email, and my whiteboard abruptly tumbled from the wall, crashing on the floor. I just started laughing my ass off at the absurdity of the day.
It stopped being funny at lunchtime when we walked across the street to the NASA cafe and I got my usual cajun chicken philly sandwich. About an hour later, on my 3rd emergency trip to the bathroom, I decided that work could go f--- itself, and I went home... which is where I should have stayed in the first place...
