Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Epic Commuting Fail
Today was one of those days that is almost comically disastrous. First I woke up late because I took a sleeping pill in the middle of the night after waking up at 4 AM in a panic attack induced by my pro bono client and the Massachusetts Senate race. Then, while running towards the train along Addison, I somehow hit the last remaining patch of ice in the city of Chicago and sprawled face first onto the ground, only narrowly avoiding a run in with a passing school bus. Then, after getting myself up and making a wry comment to the many helpful observers who came out to note what an idiot I am, I somehow slipped again and nearly slammed my back half as well. I had the duration of the train ride to realize that in the process of falling I had managed to coat my hands, my sleeves, and one of my pant legs with some sort of delightful asphalt residue, so I made a beeline for the bathroom when I got to work and did some lovely sink and paper towel restorations on my appearance. It was nice that a number of partners could come by to check out this process. And as I finished up, I realized that I had forgotten to wear a belt today, meaning that I looked about as close to homeless as one can look without getting thrown out of a major law firm. I would say that I should take a cab tomorrow, except I'd probably manage to get run over by it at least twice on my way to the office.
Today was one of those days that is almost comically disastrous. First I woke up late because I took a sleeping pill in the middle of the night after waking up at 4 AM in a panic attack induced by my pro bono client and the Massachusetts Senate race. Then, while running towards the train along Addison, I somehow hit the last remaining patch of ice in the city of Chicago and sprawled face first onto the ground, only narrowly avoiding a run in with a passing school bus. Then, after getting myself up and making a wry comment to the many helpful observers who came out to note what an idiot I am, I somehow slipped again and nearly slammed my back half as well. I had the duration of the train ride to realize that in the process of falling I had managed to coat my hands, my sleeves, and one of my pant legs with some sort of delightful asphalt residue, so I made a beeline for the bathroom when I got to work and did some lovely sink and paper towel restorations on my appearance. It was nice that a number of partners could come by to check out this process. And as I finished up, I realized that I had forgotten to wear a belt today, meaning that I looked about as close to homeless as one can look without getting thrown out of a major law firm. I would say that I should take a cab tomorrow, except I'd probably manage to get run over by it at least twice on my way to the office.
