So, after sleeping maybe 2-3 hours last night, I got up, got ready for work, and went to my Metro-North platform. When the train was 10 minutes late, I realized they must be running on a holiday schedule, so I called my boss to let him know I'd be late.
By now I'm very cranky. Then I get on the train, and it's PACKED. No seats. Perhaps they should have thought about running on a regular schedule at least for rush hour, but whatever.
We pull in to Grand Central and my phone rings - it's my boss. "Are you on the train yet?" "Yes, we just pulled in."
"Sh*t." Turns out, they decided not to open the location I was supposed to work at today.
I hate 2006.
Have I ever shown you my Shattered Dreams box? It's in my Disappointment Closet. - Marge Simpson
Updated On: 1/2/06 at 10:22 AM