A Day in The Life of Yours Truly.
Awake after a grand total of three hours sleep. The rest of the time spent coughing up a lung thanks to infection spread by thoughtless clod of a colleague. Reflect that next month the LIRR ticket price will soar to a new high, as will the subway metrocard costs. Contemplate choking to death on own rage at same. Alarm goes off.
Shower. Bath plug-hole blocked again, so end up paddling in mixture consisting of own sloughed-off night sweat, soap, water, Head 'n' Shoulders shampoo and dandruff. Wonder why skin on feet so red and tender. Tread on removed bath plug bruising right sole severely.
Limp out of shower, attempt to dry off with towels rendered water-repellent by various laundry chemicals.
Dress. Discover no clean socks that fit feet, so don toe-socks bought during 70s in France.
Assemble gear for commute, including chapstick for badly chapped lips, and highly acidic wart removal stick for troublesome planar wart on thumb. Place each in its own pocket to avoid possible confusion over similar packages.
Exit house, discover car windows frozen solid.
Sit in car with engine racing using a combination of anti-freeze window washer, cold air and class two Words of Power to melt ice. Lose ten minutes in this way.
Drive to station along frozen half-plowed roads also used by idiots in SUVs. Attempt to find parking spot without ice or broken glass in it.
Buy coffee from Indian gentleman in station.
Hear announcement that train is operating "on time". This is an automated message triggered by the train not having arrived two minutes after the posted time.
Train rolls up three and a half minutes later. Board train.
Discover coffee undrinkable swill. Train picks up loud clods at Farmingdale, then Bethpage. Drink coffee to cheer self up.
Arrive in Atlantic Terminal bursting for a pee. Visit brand new washroom. Discover that after a public information promotion that cost millions on the subject of coughing into one's elbow to avoid spreading disease on the MTA, the LIRR (part of the MTA) has no soap dispensers in the men's washroom. This mirrors the situation at Jamaica. Wonder at acumen of MTA morons who think that coughing is a Public Health problem but unwashed hands after stall use aren't.
Arrive at work and deal with increasingly annoying stuff until lunchtime.
Eat lunch - typically something from one of the three places in easy reach - Chinese food, Pizza or a Kebab. Consider killing self in order to introduce element of variation to lunch.
Deal with more annoyance. At around four pm split lip. Reach for soothing chapstick and, without checking, apply generous coating of acid-laden wax to cracked, bleeding mouth, burning off both lips.
Descend to subway for train to Atlantic Terminal. Delays cause train not to arrive until LIRR train departure imminent.
Run through Atlantic Terminal and board crowded LIRR train.
Ride home in slow train rocking so hard head cracks against window while attempting to snooze.
Pick up car, windows frozen. Sit in car with engine racing using a combination of anti-freeze window washer, cold air and class four Words of Power to melt ice.
Go to bed.
Dream of the cold peace of oblivion.
Repeat four times.