It's always something
The good news is, I remembered my subway pass today. However, my morning commute still managed to produce a fair amount of cursing.
On the way in this morning, I had to make an extra stop to pick up a bunch of books. For some unknown reason (probably because people enjoy making my life difficult), these books could only be picked up today between 10 and 6. Thanks, it's not like I have A JOB or anything.
Despite the fact that picking up the books should have been a fairly simple task, I managed to get lost on my way there (okay, more like I walked three blocks too far because I missed a street sign, but still, it was annoying), took the subway the wrong way because I wasn't paying attention, forcing me to have to get off and go outside in order to go in the right direction, and nearly died of heat exhaustion because I had no idea it was going to be warm and sunny today, and I was wearing a sweater and lugging 35 pounds of books all over the city and up and down a million flights of stairs because all the escalators were out of service.
So I get into work, and I'm literally dripping with sweat. And within minutes of sitting down at my desk, my boss knocks on my door.
Boss: What's with the suitcase? Are you going somewhere?
Me: (trying to discreetly blot the sweat from my face with a tissue) No...that's for those books I had to pick up this morning.
Boss: Hey, can you come meet this client who came by the office?
Me: Like, right now?
Boss: Yeah, right now.
Me: Are you sure you want me to be meeting clients looking like...this?
Boss: Yeah, don't worry about it! You're fine.
And then he just stood there and laughed at me as I silently repeated to myself, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.