First Day at the Job
I'm dead tired. Despite the snoozefest called Infection Control, the day wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't gone two avenues off Port Authority. Heels, even two-inch ones, are friendly to a 19-block walk, no. Then when I got to the platform there was a gajillion people there. The line snaked from the gate all the way down the plaform. And dig this - turns out I was on the wrong platform. During rush hour, my bus actually loads at another platform on the opposite end of where I was. Another trek through rushing huge New Yorkers. By then my feet were cursing me. On the bus I chatted with a very pleasant lady named Samira. She exuded this calm and comfortable atmosphere and I couldn't help be drawn into conversation with her.