So my day started off all right, I guess. I awoke at 6:00 instead of 6:15 and ate some cereal. I thought I’d get into work early so I could leave early.
So I walk toward the train station and see that the bus is coming (the one that goes to the train station), so I wait at the bus stop, which is just past a busy intersection. I think the light at this intersection is the longest in the city – it stays green for the north/south traffic forfreakingever. And the bus is going east/west. So I’m standing there, waiting for the light to turn green for the bus. And it does. And the car in front of it makes a very slow turn into the intersection, and the light turns red again. So I stand there, waiting for the light to change again. And then it does. And another car slowly pulls out and the light turns red again. So I mutter some profanities and walk to the little button that people push to supposedly make the light change faster. So it changes and the bus comes and I get on the bus and go to the train. Anyway, it took like three cycles for the bus, which was third in line, to make it past the intersection.
Okay, that was a long and boring explanation. But I guess this is the MPSIMS group, right? But wait it all gets better. Then I get to the train station and narrowly miss a train. That’s okay, because I’m early, right? So I wait and wait and wait and the volume of people on the platform grows, meaning that, more than likely, the next train will have standing room only. I hate standing. So the next train comes and I get on, thinking there might still be a seat. There’s not, so I get off at the next stop to wait for the next train, which, in my experience, usually has a seat. Heck, I’m early, right? So I wait and wait for the abnormally late next train, and it’s packed with people. At this point I’m about to throw my bag into the tracks and cry and stomp my feet, but I wait for the next train. I tell myself, “If the next train doesn’t have a seat, I’ll call in sick and take the day off and find sex or something.” The next train has a seat, so I sit down. And guess what!? The operator of the train is my favorite guy! He clicks the microphone button on and off at almost every stop and breathes into it and makes weird saliva noises with his mouth so the entire train can hear! He also cycles through the various announcements randomly and shuts the doors on people as they try to exit the train! Great!
So, to conclude, I was late to work.