It's a bitter cold morning. I struggled to get up having been awakened at 4am by noise. By the time I fell back to sleep that damn alarm clock was going off. The radiators are supposedly broken so it was a freezing morning in the bathroom. I bought a power strip to plug a small heater and the power strip doesn't work.
I suck it in and brace myself. I leave and remember that the car is parked on a street that is cleaned this morning. I find parking and start my 10 block walk to the PATH. I get there and can't even get to where you enter the station and go up the stairs. People everywhere. PATH is suspended, no power.
A slew of cops arrive to announce that the PATH may be closed for hours, to take a bus to Journal Square if you need to get to NY. People ask where the bus is. There is only one and it is delayed due to over capacity. UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE!!!! I wait for an hour or so then go home. Might as well work from home and try again later.
As I begin the 10 block walk back home I am alerting those I see that the PATH is closed. After a few got verbally hostile I decided FUCK IT, let them find out the way I did.
I get home and only think of one thing - BATHROOM. But the roommate is in there and normally takes about 2 hours. I go back outside a few houses to a neighbor and use theirs. I seriously miss having my own place. I go back home and make myself a cup of coffee. After a few work emails I decide to trek back to the PATH.
It's even colder out. I am tired and on my 10 block walk back thinking 'WHY THE FUCK AM I NOT A SIZE ZERO WITH ALL THIS WALKING????'
I get to the PATH and it's packed, the trains are running but still catching up to loading all the people. I finally board a train and am lucky to find a seat. The man next to me decides to chat or actually BITCH. 'I had to walk 6 blocks to the train, stand for 2 hours and I'm late.' He continued with the damages of MTA and PATH decisions. After a while he noticed I only looked at him and said nothing he said 'I must be boring you'. I said 'Not at all, I am just wondering why you would think complaining to any other commuter would be helpful. I walked 30 blocks, stood for over an hour, when I get to NY I have another 10 blocks to walk and arrive to work HOURS late. I seriously couldn't care less what other people feel about the hell of commuting'. He got up and stood by the door. It's getting harder to make friends.
I get to NY and board the NY train, a homeless person is begging for money because he is hungry. He is slurring his way through the prepared speech. I think to myself....I should have started my day with a drink or two.
I get to my stop and bundle up for the 10 block walk to work, feeling more tired with each step. 'What is it all for'? I kept asking myself all the way. I sit and write this the whole time thinking...I could swim across the fucking river faster.
I have the rest of the day ahead of me and about 10% energy, this should prove interesting.
I suck it in and brace myself. I leave and remember that the car is parked on a street that is cleaned this morning. I find parking and start my 10 block walk to the PATH. I get there and can't even get to where you enter the station and go up the stairs. People everywhere. PATH is suspended, no power.
A slew of cops arrive to announce that the PATH may be closed for hours, to take a bus to Journal Square if you need to get to NY. People ask where the bus is. There is only one and it is delayed due to over capacity. UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE!!!! I wait for an hour or so then go home. Might as well work from home and try again later.
As I begin the 10 block walk back home I am alerting those I see that the PATH is closed. After a few got verbally hostile I decided FUCK IT, let them find out the way I did.
I get home and only think of one thing - BATHROOM. But the roommate is in there and normally takes about 2 hours. I go back outside a few houses to a neighbor and use theirs. I seriously miss having my own place. I go back home and make myself a cup of coffee. After a few work emails I decide to trek back to the PATH.
It's even colder out. I am tired and on my 10 block walk back thinking 'WHY THE FUCK AM I NOT A SIZE ZERO WITH ALL THIS WALKING????'
I get to the PATH and it's packed, the trains are running but still catching up to loading all the people. I finally board a train and am lucky to find a seat. The man next to me decides to chat or actually BITCH. 'I had to walk 6 blocks to the train, stand for 2 hours and I'm late.' He continued with the damages of MTA and PATH decisions. After a while he noticed I only looked at him and said nothing he said 'I must be boring you'. I said 'Not at all, I am just wondering why you would think complaining to any other commuter would be helpful. I walked 30 blocks, stood for over an hour, when I get to NY I have another 10 blocks to walk and arrive to work HOURS late. I seriously couldn't care less what other people feel about the hell of commuting'. He got up and stood by the door. It's getting harder to make friends.
I get to NY and board the NY train, a homeless person is begging for money because he is hungry. He is slurring his way through the prepared speech. I think to myself....I should have started my day with a drink or two.
I get to my stop and bundle up for the 10 block walk to work, feeling more tired with each step. 'What is it all for'? I kept asking myself all the way. I sit and write this the whole time thinking...I could swim across the fucking river faster.
I have the rest of the day ahead of me and about 10% energy, this should prove interesting.
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