Ways to begin your day...I mean, if you're me.

It's only Tuesday, and this is what I've encountered so far:

1. Monday 6:59 a.m.:

Street graders start their engines right outside my bedroom window.  Along with the roars and crunching sounds one would expect coming from machines designed to pull up a layer of road (AT SEVEN A.M.) there were the competing, high-pitched "BEEP-BEEP-BEEP"s of the MULTIPLE machines assigned to this task.  Windows shut, head under mah pillah, and it still feels like they're in the room with me, like a alarm clock that won't go off, despite the fact that you've hit snooze AND thrown it clear cross the room, taking the plug out of the outlet in the process, only then to continue to go off for TWO MORE HOURS.  My Seventh Circle of Hell realized.

2. Tuesday, my commute:

Spied from the #7 bus, a man crosses the street wearing a garden variety button down shirt, except that he's decided to button it starting around mid-chest.  Upon review of the rest of his subtle ensemble, hope he's at least in fashion/hair industry.  Regardless, I feel there should be rules about this, seeing a man's chest hair this early.  You know the adage about drinking before noon? I don't think there should be chest hair before...well, like ever, actually.  I mean, unless you're on a televised dance show or David Beckham, put that shit away. (seriously sir, does one *really* need to see your pecs before 10 a.m.?)

3. Tuesday, elevator ride up to my floor:

Guy 1: Yeah, today's my last day.

Guy 2:  Oh, really? We're you going?

Guy 1: I'm taking the month of August off and starting school in September.

The man gets to take an ENTIRE MONTH OFF in the summer.  To say that I am jealous would be saying, well, you would be correct in saying that.  A+, you.

Comments

[Nancy]

I dream of the day when I can take a month off in the summer.

[Jenny]

I'm going to do that too. You know...when I'm dead.

Sigh.

My God, that's depressing. Let's go on vacation.

[Fraulein N]

See, this is why the summer sucks. Lots of street work, and chest hair on display, and people who are not you taking vacations. Go away, summer.

[Dawn]

I, for one, heartily endorse the "quit your job and hang out for a year or so" attitude.

However, drawbacks include Zero money, having to take editing jobs trying to fix a Bangledeshi man's dissertation and wondering how long you can go without a paid hair cut.

I will let you ponder those options