A Shitty Morning In The Metrosphere
Some mornings just suck more than others. I am not a morning person period, but this morning took the prize in terms of BAD MORNINGS. It all started in bed, ironically enough, (The place I should have just stayed in hindsight) where I woke to discover I had overslept and was still heavily groggy from the sleeping aid I had ingested the night before. This was not good, especially since I didn't have enough time to catch the last bus to work, though it was still enough time to drive to the station and get to work by 9 AM.
So all bleary-eyed I stumble out of bed and rush off to the Metro. It's grey, cold, and raining out (of course) and I kept dozing off at the wheel. Yeah, so not good. I finally get to the station, park my car on the 4th level of the parking deck, and walk down and discover once I get to the turnstile that I have left my wallet at home. Yes, I left my wallet at home. I was very pissed, because I had no money on me which meant driving 20 minutes home, getting my wallet, then driving back and in the rain no less. I was a very unhappy camper.
Moody and dejected I rush out of the station and headed back to the parking deck. In crossing the street and stepping onto the adjacent sidewalk I slip on the concrete, and spin around before losing my balance and rolling across the wet sidewalk all while tearing my umbrella in the process. BTW I discovered when I got home this afternoon that I tore a hole in my pants leg too. Yeah, good times!
After staggering back to my car I drove home, got my wallet and then proceeded back to the station. Almost the moment I got back into my car, the light rain suddenly turns into a downpour that lasted the entire drive back. I get to the parking deck again and of course there are no spaces on the 4th or 5th floors, in fact there are no spaces on the 6th floor either. No the only spaces left open now are the ones on the ROOF of the deck which are completely open and exposed to the elements. I got drenched running the 5 feet from my car to the door of the stairwell.
By the time I got to the platform I had just missed the latest train and because it was no longer rush hour (it was 9:25 AM at this point) I had to wait 10 minutes for the next train. I figured I'd make use of the time and try to tear through the Express (a free condensed version of the Washington Post designed especially for commuters) and with any luck would be finished in time to catch a 20 minute nap on the way in. As it turned out there was a lot of material to read and my adrenaline was keeping me awake. By the time I finished and actually started to fall asleep I was 2 stops from my office. So much for that nap.
I finally got to work at 10 AM settled in with a bowl of cereal and some coffee. The coffee was good but the box of cereal was new, I had just bought it the day before at the store. Unfortunately it was the wrong kind. This was some pecan and raisin brain (which I hate) and the one I usually eat is cranberry and sliced almonds. The box design and colors on both are identical. I was and still am REALLY pissed about this because I have a whole other box of this shit to eat through before I am out and can buy some more (I.E. Two more weeks of whole grain raisin-pecan flakes, mmmm yummy!). Ah, the joys of impoverished eating...
So yeah that was my shitty morning. It reminded me of that episode of the Mary Tyler Moore Show where Mary had the worse week of her life. It started out with a run in her nylons and ended with her sick and accepting a prestigious television award in a bathrobe and one fuzzy slipper! Hopefully this was just an isolated morning incident. I really hope tomorrow is a better day. Speaking of which I had better get to bed. It will be another "glorious" morning before I know it!
