I am but a shrub amongst the trees
Every day i calculate which part of the train to get on. Which carriage will actually allow me to fit my handbag and i in without being squished. Where do i stand so i can get off without missing my stop. What do i hold onto so i dont fall over and which fcker is not going to hurt me to get to where he wants to be.
Everyone towers over me, they can actually reach bars and poles comfortably and i'm wedged amongst their fat bellies holding onto nothingness and bouncing off their bodies. The trees dont notice their branches poking the shrubs nor do they realise there odours is making the shrubs die!
Every once in awhile there is one fcker who will say really loudly MOVE DOWN PLEASE. I would if i fkn could mate. And then he will push to get his fat ass into the tube and everyone silently thinks he is a pompous ass and give him dirties here and there. I of course am always unlucky enuf to be the one right in the line of fire whom he pushes. I then in turn rub my body against some other stranger whom I out of habit and not sincerity apologize to. It isnt always so bad i havent lost hope in all London kind. Once in awhile there's someone who smiles at me and givse me a look asif to say "im squished too" or they inch a lil further away to give me some room. Once a girl even helped me pull my hand bag out of the closed doors. She was aussie though so it really doesnt count.
So thats my everyday, just thought id share.
All that aside im happy, work isnt so bad. Putting on a suit and wearing heels (while it sometimes hurts) feel nice. Making money, beings useful and using my brain aint so bad. Oh how i have missed the days of spam. But as always those days are upon me again :)
Having a job makes the weekend actually mean something again. And what a splendid weekend was had just past.
Everyone towers over me, they can actually reach bars and poles comfortably and i'm wedged amongst their fat bellies holding onto nothingness and bouncing off their bodies. The trees dont notice their branches poking the shrubs nor do they realise there odours is making the shrubs die!
Every once in awhile there is one fcker who will say really loudly MOVE DOWN PLEASE. I would if i fkn could mate. And then he will push to get his fat ass into the tube and everyone silently thinks he is a pompous ass and give him dirties here and there. I of course am always unlucky enuf to be the one right in the line of fire whom he pushes. I then in turn rub my body against some other stranger whom I out of habit and not sincerity apologize to. It isnt always so bad i havent lost hope in all London kind. Once in awhile there's someone who smiles at me and givse me a look asif to say "im squished too" or they inch a lil further away to give me some room. Once a girl even helped me pull my hand bag out of the closed doors. She was aussie though so it really doesnt count.
So thats my everyday, just thought id share.
All that aside im happy, work isnt so bad. Putting on a suit and wearing heels (while it sometimes hurts) feel nice. Making money, beings useful and using my brain aint so bad. Oh how i have missed the days of spam. But as always those days are upon me again :)
Having a job makes the weekend actually mean something again. And what a splendid weekend was had just past.