Mean Bitch!
Wednesday Night...
I've been with her all day and she is a mean bitch. Early in the morning she snags an auto to get to the station leaving behind two fairly senior aunties gasping with rage. Of course being late for work is the worst crime and the ladies are probably not in a hurry. She scowls and curses while the auto driver tries his best to steer his way into the traffic and pays no attention to the little child who comes begging for breakfast. She pushes her way into the train hurting many others around her (just as others do to me on the next station) and resolutely holds on to her spot even though the whole universe is conspiring to throw her out of the train.
As she stares back at me through the fancy mirror, I wonder how to get rid of her.
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Ok, now that is exaggerated.
Nevertheless, I'm so irked that this city and my work life is making me do things that make me a mean bitch! That's a really big deal for someone who made a career out of being the "sweet" girl (gross, I know!). On a more sober note though, I think while big cities and big jobs are great, they force us to compromise on whatever relaxed and calm side we have.
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Thursday morning...
Three hours sleep and an early morning train ride really gives me a high. I've figured out a way to get around the above problem. Don't be seen in humanity. Get out at 7 am and get in a 3 am.
Beautiful huh?
I've been with her all day and she is a mean bitch. Early in the morning she snags an auto to get to the station leaving behind two fairly senior aunties gasping with rage. Of course being late for work is the worst crime and the ladies are probably not in a hurry. She scowls and curses while the auto driver tries his best to steer his way into the traffic and pays no attention to the little child who comes begging for breakfast. She pushes her way into the train hurting many others around her (just as others do to me on the next station) and resolutely holds on to her spot even though the whole universe is conspiring to throw her out of the train.
As she stares back at me through the fancy mirror, I wonder how to get rid of her.
*******
Ok, now that is exaggerated.
Nevertheless, I'm so irked that this city and my work life is making me do things that make me a mean bitch! That's a really big deal for someone who made a career out of being the "sweet" girl (gross, I know!). On a more sober note though, I think while big cities and big jobs are great, they force us to compromise on whatever relaxed and calm side we have.
*******
Thursday morning...
Three hours sleep and an early morning train ride really gives me a high. I've figured out a way to get around the above problem. Don't be seen in humanity. Get out at 7 am and get in a 3 am.
Beautiful huh?