What I really like about our new office is my commute.
I am willing to ignore the darkish corner we are in and that I am right in front of the door so I look like a receptionist and that I don’t have a file cabinet to collect the useless things that I always manage to collect. I am willing to ignore the unisex toilet that is not hip no matter what happened on Allie McBeal. (I barely let myself fart when there are women in there let alone men).
I can skip through the frenetic ant farm of people and cabs and buses around Victoria.
All this I can deal with happily, cheerfully, insert adverb here.
I don’t need to take the tube to work anymore. No longer will I squeeze in with my nose under some city boys armpit while some slag wearing patterned tights, a 1986 inspired ruffled skirt and flat-ironed hair insists on resting her paper on my head. No more!
I can now take the train. Not only do I get to take the train, but also my commute is cut in half. I will have to take the tube if the train breaks down or if leaves blow over the tracks. . . but until then, no morning commute from hell for me!
May 30th, 2007 at 6:34 am
hooray! welcome to tube-free commuting!