Beyond Comprehension.

"Some days you feel like a bit of a baby." - Bono


You ever have one of those terrible, rotten mornings where nothing seems to go right? I had one of those yesterday. I had to report to my job's headquarters on thirty fourth street to finish my SCIP-R recertification and I'd woken up early enough to get there on time but that didn't seem to matter to the universe.

When I tried to swipe my metrocard through the turnstile, it denied me because the card was a year old and had expired as it turned out. Then when I went to the metrocard dispensing machine to buy a new one, it turned out that it was only accepting cash at that point so, seeing that there was a good twenty people on the line waiting for the booth attendant to wait on them, I went across the street to buy one from the store and tried to pay with my bank card but the guy there said that his card swiper was broken so I went to the ATM to withdraw money in order to buy the metrocard with cash but got confused with all the options that kept popping up on the screen and had to retry the process three times before everything went through.

When I finally did get through the turnstile with the new card at the train station, it turned out that they'd turned the escalator off so I had to compete with the hundred other worker bees attempting to get to the same destination - ours being the platform. Just as the six train pulled into the 138th Street station, it stopped for ten minutes to relieve train traffic. Just what I didn't need, of course! Later, after transferring to the five train and walking to the shuttle to Times Square when it arrived at Grand Central afterwards, the doors to the shuttle closed straight in my face as soon as I got to it. And when the next shuttle arrived at Times Square, I went to catch the two train but ended up waiting twenty minutes until the next one would arrive.

Half an hour later, when I was able to make it to thirty fourth street on the two train, I began the walk to my job's headquarters to find that I had to walk around the huge Manhattan block to the other side because they were doing construction in the lobby. After doing so, I waited a good five minutes just for the elevator to make it back down to the lobby from the 18th floor. And when that ordeal was done, I clocked in over an hour late.

And when the day was done, as I walked to Penn Station to catch the two train back home, low and behold the song that began playing on my CD player: U2's "Some Days Are Better Than Others". Oh, the irony.