Welcome to the first post on my effing commute. Every weekday of my life I spend three and a half hours of my day (mostly on a train) going between my job in Manhattan and my house in Westchester County, NY. The life of a long distance commuter (which is an actual term that has a specific definition that I believe I meet) is a soul sucking, Kafkaesque existence that I would wish on no man or woman, but it is my life, and I've learned to accept it. I've also decided to use my time to share my living hell with as many people as are interested. Your Welcome.
So tonight it's 8:15pm and I'm on an Off Peaker, which is a train that doesn't run within the designated peak rush hour times, which is to say I'm on a late train going home, which usually means its full of drunks and shopping trophy wives yacking on their cell phones. Today though, is Columbus Day, which is kind of a holiday (no mail, no school), but not really (Wall Street and my job...open), which means it's a light volume day on the rails. So besides having to pee but not wanting to use the train bathrooms (there's like ten blogs worth of writing to be done later on the train bathrooms), I'm enjoying the ride with my feet up and plenty of "spread out room". It's a good ride.
As you can see, I'm wearing a tie today, which means at some point this morning when I was getting dressed, I thought I might need to look like I was in charge today, which I am usually (in charge) but I don't always want to dress the part. If this blog was called "My Effing Living Room", there would never be a picture of me in a tie. There would more likely be a picture of me in some sort of Hanes underwear product and a T-Shirt that I got for free and then cut the sleeves off of. That's just how I roll. Thanks for reading. See you next time.
I'm so glad you took my advice and started this blog. I will look forward to seeing your "sleepy face" photos every day.....by the way, you do look like you are in charge, (even though you know I am). And next time I take the train, I'll try not to talk too loud on my cell phone or rattle my shopping bag too much.....
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to laughing some more. Keep it up John.
ReplyDeleteJesus Christ, John -
ReplyDeleteThis is the most depressing thing I've seen in a long time. And that picture of you - just when did you turn into Van Heflin? [or maybe I'm thinking of Robert Stack] For God's sake man, smarten up.
John I am in Detroit and saw this photo of which I love LOVE.
ReplyDeleteI am going to bed now to rise to a job with clients and your blog is Effing GREAT...I am laughing so hard at your commentary...'your welcome" and thanks much for the humor and good Spirit. I think your onto something a lot of folks could appreciate. Hugs time for a John Deer and some tattoos? Massey Ferguson was my first tracktor. Fresh eggs if your ever feeling NM
You might be able to track all this back to the day that Art Cooper asked you to wear a suit and tie, and to chop off that surfer hair you were sporting at the time…just sayin'…
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Oh, I am SO effing intrigued and look forward to living your misery vicariously!
ReplyDeleteAnd if I, a complete stranger, might offer a bit of a silver lining to your horrendous situation... At least you're not stuck in your car on the effing infamous 405, forced to live and/or work in Los Angeles. Does that help assuage your circumstance in any small way?
this is acutally really funny
ReplyDeleteI didn't know you could write!