Commuter Problems

  This morning, as the guy was coming around to check everyone's tickets, a man in the row in front of me had an off-peak ticket, and at 7:47, it is clearly peak. In these situations (when a passenger either doesn't have a ticket or doesn't have the right kind), they pay cash and receive a paper slip as their ticket. Well this man did not have any cash on him and they don't take credit card. The ticket agent (I guess that's what you call them?) pulled out a slip and asked for his ID--clearly writing him a ticket to be paid at a later time. The cash-less man was clearly upset and asked how much he was being charged--$3! Haha. The passenger then became more upset by the fact that he was going to recieve a ticket for such a small amount and cursed out loud for the entire train to hear, "This is f-ing rediculous, are you kidding me?!"
  Um, excuse me Mr. I-bought-the-wrong-ticket-and-don't-carry-any-cash, but in case you haven't noticed, everyone else on the train pays the fare! I was perplexed as to why this man thought that he shouldn't be charged for his wrong ticket when everyone else is expected to do the same. Some people...

To the Point of Frustration

 

 For those of you who follow my blog, sorry I have not updated in a while. I promise a full re-cap of my past super-gay weekend. But tonight I am just too tired to write more than a paragraph. This whole 9-5 job is really starting to take its tole on me; I wake up at 6:15 every morning in order to catch the 7:47 train into the city, and then after work I either go to swim practice or come home to the gym. My days don't end until at least 8:00, at the earliest. And I know that some people have jobs that require them to work until 7 or 8, or even 9, but working all day in the office, and then having to work out in the pool or gym is just exhausting.  

  But anyways, so today after work I went to John Jay for swimming--tonight I also needed to go to the gym and lift because I will be gone most of the weekend for festivities (and coach wants me lifting 3 times a week and swimming 3 days a week). I looked up before practice the subway schedule, and in order for me to make my LIRR train home leaving at 8:19, I would have to catch the #1 leaving at 8:00. So just as the clock struck 7:45 and practice ended, I sprinted to the locker room, stripped, and threw on my gym clothes, still soaking wet. I then proceeded to run the 4 blocks to Columbus Circle and literally swiped my metro card just as the subway arrived. So there I am drenched in sweat on the subway, panting, but happy that I would make my 8:19 train home. I arrive at Penn with a few minutes to spare and snag a good seat on the train. I have my backpack and purse in my lap, and on the train I usually close my eyes and doze in and out of a light sleep, always waking up when they announce the stops. Well tonight, I just so happened to enter into my freaking REM cycle as we passed by my stop for Great Neck and I woke up in Manhasset. I guess it could have been worse, I could have fallen asleep on the weekend when the train only runs every hour and I could have ended up all the way at Kings Point, but still, I missed my stop. If I had only woken up 2 minutes earlier, I would have made it!

  So now it is 10:50 and I am beyond ready for sleep. Thank god we have a 3 day weekend coming up...