Status 8:58 a.m. Monday morning. Arrived here only 10 minutes early this morning despite leaving the flat earlier than usual. Admittedly, only left 10 minutes earlier than usual but somehow expected this to place me at work half an hour early. Must get clarification on the intricacies of the space time continuum.
Got my standard coffee at the Korean deli. Pay first, then fill up my cup. This reverse order of mine tends to confuse the other customers. But anyone who knows the landfill that is my purse/knitting bag would understand that it is best not to excavate for a handful of change while holding piping hot coffee. What if I spilled? I’d probably burn myself. Even worse, then there’d be no coffee. The old man behind the counter understands.
I begin the halting dance of filling up my cup at the economically laid out counter, diving in for the creamer, dodging another patron's arm as I grab a lid. Not everyone is comfortable with sharing the coffee set-up table. The same people who think nothing of shoving me onto the metro and risking my amputation by subway door are suddenly full of false patience as they wait for me to complete my turn at the counter. Every morning, I do my best to just beat this type of person to the counter, cheating if I have to. It’s not that I’m a bad person, it is just a small power which makes the rest of the day livable.
I walk through out the unfortunately hued marble hallway up to the security desk. The woman recognizes me. I come in every day and present my silly badge which I could have just as easily made myself at Kinkos. She lets me through. I have a feeling that if I forgot it, down in the lobby I would stay. No old enmity or rivalry exists between us as although she knows my face, we are strangers. But I suspect that she would keep me out all the same. It’s not that she's a bad person. It’s just small power which makes the rest of her day liveable.
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