A Bad Case of the Mondays

My first day riding the train to work from the new house and the trains break down! We were stuck in the City Place tunnel for at least half an hour. Every few minutes, the conductor would make an announcement: “Sorry for the inconvenience. We’ll be moving shortly.” After saying that a couple of times you might as well give up because you’re loosing all credibility. Eventually we make it to Pearl St. but have to take a bus and/or walk (in the rain) to get to the other side of downtown. I finally got to work about two hours late.

I ate a banana on the way to the train but I seriously need a snack. Get some tea, grab some quarters and head for the vending machine. Hmm, no animal crackers or peanut butter toast crackers. Maybe some mini-muffins would be good but I’m 5 cents short. Back to my desk to grab a nickel and try again. But the bloody machine won’t take my f’n nickel! Walk across the office again to get some more change and cram it all into the machine. As I’m leaving the break-room, muffins in hand, some guy asks “how’s it goin’?”. I just nod and walk away.