It's always raining somewhere...
On this ostensibly shitty morning (we've had a few of these this week... wtf weather?), I rush out of my house sore as HELL from the gym yesterday to make sure I'm on time for my train. Big grant meeting today at 10 30 AM; can't be late.
It's an unwritten rule that the trains will go only as slow as you are in a rush. It's an inverse relationship. Naturally, since I'm in a monumental rush (I was curled up on my girlfriend's shirt, not really in the mood to get out of bed until I figured out exactly how long I had to get to work this morning), the train utterly fails, doors don't open for minutes on end, and we're finally dumped off at Union Square. Hi annoyance, how are you?
I make it into the office at 10 15. NOW... the more dilligent of you have already picked up on where this is going.
What time am I posting this?
That's right... SHE CANCELLED ON ME AGAIN!!!!!! This will be the THIRD time I've had to reschedule this meeting! Apparently, in the grants world, when an organization gives you $300k+ dollars, they also reserve the right to treat you like pond scum. Odd that they want to fund people they could care less about.
I'm off going to find a saw so I can cut out a window for myself in this closet-like hellhole and throw something large and deadly out of it. Look out below!
How's your morning?
It's an unwritten rule that the trains will go only as slow as you are in a rush. It's an inverse relationship. Naturally, since I'm in a monumental rush (I was curled up on my girlfriend's shirt, not really in the mood to get out of bed until I figured out exactly how long I had to get to work this morning), the train utterly fails, doors don't open for minutes on end, and we're finally dumped off at Union Square. Hi annoyance, how are you?
I make it into the office at 10 15. NOW... the more dilligent of you have already picked up on where this is going.
What time am I posting this?
That's right... SHE CANCELLED ON ME AGAIN!!!!!! This will be the THIRD time I've had to reschedule this meeting! Apparently, in the grants world, when an organization gives you $300k+ dollars, they also reserve the right to treat you like pond scum. Odd that they want to fund people they could care less about.
I'm off going to find a saw so I can cut out a window for myself in this closet-like hellhole and throw something large and deadly out of it. Look out below!
How's your morning?