Bleugh. The tram to work today was annoying as it could possibly have been. Not only was it late (my god it was so late it was like living in the UK again), it was jam packed full. This means you have no chance of a seat (which in a 25 minute tram ride isn’t terrible) but it also means that you will be standing next to someone who has no idea how to balance him/her self (murphy’s law). Not only that, this morning the tram driver was the slowest tram driver in the whole world. I have never witnessed such a slow tram driver before, usually they speed up to cut cars off…
I generally like the morning. I like to listen to the Radio, have some tea, perhaps a bit of toast and marmite. Maybe chat with the wife (most likely not though she has her “morning routine” that I interrupt by breathing) maybe even walk to the grocery and get a new strippenkart. All in all, I used to be a happy person in the morning. In fact there are people out there that knew me as having too much energy for them to cope with in the morning. I was a shining example of what getting up early in the morning was all about, catching that worm. Not putting stuff off till tomorrow etc…
Whereas of late, I stay in bed till the last minute possible. Get in the shower. Dress myself. Pick up my bag. Get on the tram. Get to work on time. I have very little chat in me. I don’t generally want to talk to people on the tram and go out of my way to avoid people that I know so that I can sit in my mood and listen to my iPod.
On mornings like today when I am standing next to some fool who is trying to look cool, young and hip as he possibly can with his crumpler rucksack being shoved in my face (my god man you are wearing a suit and a bald patch you are NO LONGER YOUNG ENOUGH TO HAVE A CRUMPLER RUCKSACK) I really just want to scream pull out my AK47 and mow him and the rest of the sardines around me down. Of course, daydreaming like this just raises my anger level and blood pressure. Perhaps if this ”dude” didn’t have the balance sense of a level 42 stack of jenga blocks I wouldn’t be quite so pissed at him for standing all over me and shoving his rucksack in my face.
The thing that really pushed me over the edge this morning though…Getting of the tram and finding that it was so late and so slow that the tram that comes 12 minutes after the tram that I got on had caught up with us and was empty!
