I felt pleased by the sun as I left the subway station, for it seemed to offer the possibility of escape from the tedium I expected to endure for the next ___ hours, as I joined the rest of world in paying for life in the modern world (via a job).
I walked behind what appeared to be a non-homosexual couple from somewhere outside of the United States, based on the ‘mash-up’ of words and slogans on the non-female half of the couple’s jacket. As I passed them, they were speaking to each other in a language I did not recognize, which seemed to confirm this suspicion.
In my office building, I got onto the elevator with five other people. Of course each one pressed a different floor and someone made a joke about this being a ‘local.’ Such is life in elevators.
Time passed at work. I took a break and called the dentist, who had recently sent me a $395 invoice for nothing I could ascertain. I managed to get it down to $65, which I considered a victory, despite the fact that I still couldn’t understand what I was paying for.
More time passed and it was time to leave. I went out for drinks to celebrate the promotions of several colleagues at work. We went to a bar in the 30s on 3rd Avenue, which has always struck me as an oddly generic part of Manhattan. Walking back to the subway, I took a picture of the Empire State Building, which was orange to celebrate ____.
The commute uptown was annoying: I missed a D-train at 34th and then ended up waiting a long time at 125 as two B-trains passed before an A finally arrived. At 168th, however, a C-train was headed back downtown toward my stop, so I ran across and made it in seconds before the doors closed.
I took a gratuitous picture of myself (even though it wasn’t Wednesday).
Back at the apartment, I found Zephyr waiting on the bed, where he chased a shadow I made with my hand. For these few seconds, the rest of the day seemed far away and I was happy to be home.
