It must be Monday.
I camped out on the train for ten minutes in the heart of beautiful North Philadelphia.
I come in to see I have to go thirty rounds with the time clerk regarding my leave time.
My cubicle neighbor who normally works 11-6, is in at 7:19, blaring “White Wedding”…
On the bright side…
I put two feet on the floor this morning: some people can’t , or won’t.
I do have a job.
I get to go home to a wonderful family.