There are times when nothing seems to go right. You hear the alarm, hit the snooze button...and then an hour later you wake up and realize---oh no! I'm going to be late for work....This happened to me on--of all days-- a Monday. Why is this bad? Because if you are late on a Monday, people automatically assume that you were wildly partying, and are just too out of it to even show up at the office.
So, with this in mind, I decided to just get to the office late and blame the unreliable subways. Because if I called to say that I was going to be late--they would assume the worst--you know--wild party, etc. So here I was dashing to shower, eating a quick toasted bagel, while getting dressed and putting my briefcase together. Looking out the window to see, to add to my misery, that it was wasn't just raining, it was more like a deluge, with thunder, lightning and strong winds added to complete the show.
Wonderful---I thought, now I'll have to swim just to get to the train. In this type of rain the umbrella proved useless, as the rain was coming in sideways at you. The best I could do was keep my head dry. Finally I make it to the subway, and congratulate myself on arriving there semi-dry. The train stank, the tracks were full of running water, all the garbage there got soaked and you can imagine the smell of wet, old garbage.
I was glad when the train reached my stop. My office was only two blocks away, so it felt good, that in spite of the rain, I had managed to stay reasonably dry. Now, here I was right across the street from my office building, all I had to do was wait for the traffic light to change and I would be home free. But I did no factor in Murphy's Law, which says that if something can go wrong ---it will.
Just as the light changed, and I was about to cross the street--this car came speeding down the street to make a turn---forcing me to jump back, and as the car turned, it drove right into this LARGE pool of water that had collected at the corner (it was still raining heavily) which caused an enormous wave of filthy, smelly, oily water to absolutely drench those of us that were there.
Needless to say, I was soaked from head to toe, and my nice work clothes, shoes, everything looked like I had come out of a pigsty. I was fortunate to have a very understanding manager, who after he stopped laughing, told me that it was OK for me to go home.
