Mondays...

Woke up late.
Shirt not ironed.
Can I still catch the 7:47 train?
Bus is late.
Run for the train. Pant pant pant.
Train stuck in tunnel because of signal malfunction.

I hate mondays.

Scram for the subway.
Pick up paper in between.
Metro card did not work at the turnstile. Swipe again. And again. Worked.
Squeeze in through the closing subway doors.
Run up the stairs to the street and to the office building.
Elevators.
Get out, flash id card, get into the office floor.
Rush to the cubicle to find someone else sitting in mine.
A hundred thoughts run through the mind before I gather the sense to ask him if he's new.
He says he has been working here for 3 years, asks me if am new.
Realize i got off on the wrong floor.
Phew.

Monday mornings open a whole new perspective.