If I Can Make It There...
Yesterday I had to go to New York for business. It may be the city that never sleeps, but it's also the one that never uses deodorant. What a friggin' day.
I go to NYC a lot. And sometimes, I even like it. Unfortunately, this was not one of those days. This was more like one of those "I-understand-why-everyone-was-so-pissed-in-Do-the-Right-Thing" days.
The train was packed and smelly -- like really smelly. I don't know if it was the people or the two guys eating Caesar salad behind me, but something was funky. Then I slowly started to notice that power in both my headphones and my laptop was dying. I asked the man next to me to plug in my laptop. The whole 3-prong thing seemed to really be beyond his comprehension, and when he finally did master electricity, the outlet didn't work. I had over 2 hours left in this cattle-car-to-hell ride, so I found another open seat.
Got to NYC and being the moron that I am, I figured that I had time and could walk to my appointment -- like almost 2 miles away. It was like walking 2 miles in a toilet. And I am not saying this because it was smelly... although it was an extra ripe day thanks to the 90-degree weather, but I was sweaty and dirty to boot. Nice. Just the look I wanted to portray: Hey everyone, I'm about to have a heart attack.
Stopped for lunch which was nice, but slow. And it was like $15 for a turkey burger and 2 lemonades... and NO air conditioning. I think I would have paid $20 for the AC alone.
Appointments were fine, but boring... but maybe that's because my head was pounding. I think that might have been heat-induced, but who knows. At this point in the day, I was a real fucking baby.
Got in a cab where the driver proceeded to use the word "fuck" about 78 times. And he was a racist too. Hey -- I'm no alter girl, but I found it be a bit odd. I didn't find his language half as insulting as the fact that he was spitting while he talked. Thank God for that separating glass.
Back on the train, which was 30-40 minutes late, I finally got my own seats to stretch out on... except the 10 rows in front of me was like a fucking parade the entire 4 hours back. Lots of screaming, jumping in the seats... and did I mention the screaming?
Hopefully that's my last trip for the summer... at least during the heat. I am sitting next to AC today until ice forms on my nose. Wish me luck.
I go to NYC a lot. And sometimes, I even like it. Unfortunately, this was not one of those days. This was more like one of those "I-understand-why-everyone-was-so-pissed-in-Do-the-Right-Thing" days.
The train was packed and smelly -- like really smelly. I don't know if it was the people or the two guys eating Caesar salad behind me, but something was funky. Then I slowly started to notice that power in both my headphones and my laptop was dying. I asked the man next to me to plug in my laptop. The whole 3-prong thing seemed to really be beyond his comprehension, and when he finally did master electricity, the outlet didn't work. I had over 2 hours left in this cattle-car-to-hell ride, so I found another open seat.
Got to NYC and being the moron that I am, I figured that I had time and could walk to my appointment -- like almost 2 miles away. It was like walking 2 miles in a toilet. And I am not saying this because it was smelly... although it was an extra ripe day thanks to the 90-degree weather, but I was sweaty and dirty to boot. Nice. Just the look I wanted to portray: Hey everyone, I'm about to have a heart attack.
Stopped for lunch which was nice, but slow. And it was like $15 for a turkey burger and 2 lemonades... and NO air conditioning. I think I would have paid $20 for the AC alone.
Appointments were fine, but boring... but maybe that's because my head was pounding. I think that might have been heat-induced, but who knows. At this point in the day, I was a real fucking baby.
Got in a cab where the driver proceeded to use the word "fuck" about 78 times. And he was a racist too. Hey -- I'm no alter girl, but I found it be a bit odd. I didn't find his language half as insulting as the fact that he was spitting while he talked. Thank God for that separating glass.
Back on the train, which was 30-40 minutes late, I finally got my own seats to stretch out on... except the 10 rows in front of me was like a fucking parade the entire 4 hours back. Lots of screaming, jumping in the seats... and did I mention the screaming?
Hopefully that's my last trip for the summer... at least during the heat. I am sitting next to AC today until ice forms on my nose. Wish me luck.