Thursday, 17 January 2013
Should it be this hard?
Should it really be this hard to get to work? It already seemed counter intuitive to have to drag myself out of bed after a poor night’s sleep due to a snuffly nose, when the temperatures are below freezing outside. I promptly gashed a 1.5” cut into my little finger, and after temporarily patching that with surgical tape, shoved my foot into my trousers only to have it emerge trailing a long thread which proved to be the entire trouser hem coming down. Quick change of trousers, shove some breakfast down and head out into the cold for the daily commute.
Yesterday the trains were all delayed due to a tragic helicopter crash in London very near a main line into the centre. Today my trains were delayed due to a train fire at London Victoria. It’s starting to feel a bit like a war zone. When a train did arrive, it was standing room for sardines only. As I stood there breathing in the waft of other people’s deodorant-lacking armpits, heading doggedly towards my uninspiring job, a little voice in my head was asking ‘why?’.
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