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Hello faithful few.
Bit of a turbulent mornin'. Last night Thor unleashed a number in the Connecticut sky. Cracks and rumbles disturbed my angelic slumber as big, meaty raindrops slammed into my window ac unit. Sounded like an epileptic on a drum kit. We don’t get too many T-storms up here, so when it happens it can make the heart double dutch.
Early meeting with my crew today. We do a weekly check-in on projects every Tuesday morning (we chose Tuesday because Mondays blow). 845 start. I was outta bed at 6am to get my dose of caffiene and a little sustenance before I buzz out the door at 715. Train arrives to pick up us weary commuters at the E. Norwalk station at 723. Arrive Grand Central at 825. Green subway line down to Astor Place: 840. Walk 1 block down Lafayette to my address: 845. Like freakin’ clockwork, folks.
The problem with the rush hour trains is seating is scarce. By the time the train works its way down the line, every seat is occupied by a power suit. Many of us paying commuters gotta stand for the hour or dirty our bottoms sitting on the "unsanitary" linoleum.
I crack a little smile when I see the white-collar starchies from Westport sitting their $1000 pressed wool on decades of shoe grime. Rookies. They don’t realize you can tear down the ad posters and use them as a seat to protect yer trousers.
I don't feel guilty one bit, I just rip em right out of the frame. Trust me, most of them make better seats than ads.
GM
Bit of a turbulent mornin'. Last night Thor unleashed a number in the Connecticut sky. Cracks and rumbles disturbed my angelic slumber as big, meaty raindrops slammed into my window ac unit. Sounded like an epileptic on a drum kit. We don’t get too many T-storms up here, so when it happens it can make the heart double dutch.
Early meeting with my crew today. We do a weekly check-in on projects every Tuesday morning (we chose Tuesday because Mondays blow). 845 start. I was outta bed at 6am to get my dose of caffiene and a little sustenance before I buzz out the door at 715. Train arrives to pick up us weary commuters at the E. Norwalk station at 723. Arrive Grand Central at 825. Green subway line down to Astor Place: 840. Walk 1 block down Lafayette to my address: 845. Like freakin’ clockwork, folks.
The problem with the rush hour trains is seating is scarce. By the time the train works its way down the line, every seat is occupied by a power suit. Many of us paying commuters gotta stand for the hour or dirty our bottoms sitting on the "unsanitary" linoleum.
I crack a little smile when I see the white-collar starchies from Westport sitting their $1000 pressed wool on decades of shoe grime. Rookies. They don’t realize you can tear down the ad posters and use them as a seat to protect yer trousers.
I don't feel guilty one bit, I just rip em right out of the frame. Trust me, most of them make better seats than ads.
GM
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