Train of thought

My father overslept this morning, so we caught the same train into Manhattan. Of course, we didn’t ride in the same car, since I work further uptown than him and it makes more sense for me to be at the very back of the train. I was a lot further back from him this evening, too, but only because summer hours at work get me to Penn Station with little time to spare, and no time to be choosy. It’s unfortunate, since in my car we were again packed in like sardines — tighter, in fact, than yesterday and with less cool air getting through — and apparently not packed at all in my father’s car. The LIRR is naturally still predicted delays and canceled or combined trains again for tomorrow, but maybe it won’t be so bad. And Friday, I get to leave early.

I’ve pretty much gotten into the swing of summer hours…so of course they end after next week, right before Labor Day.

4 thoughts on “Train of thought

  1. Eek! You can’t see much of the sky from that view, can you? I’m so used to the university campus that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be in office towers. Do you get the urge to wave at the people in the other building? I would.

  2. There’s not much of a view from where we are on the fourth floor, much less from that angle. And unless I’m mistaken — it’s tough to pick out our windows from the street — the windows are tinted on the outside, and our neighbors wouldn’t notice even if I was tempted to wave.

    I didn’t really have much of a view when I worked for the university, mostly just our front entrance and the corner of the nuclear power plant across the parking lot.

  3. I look at the corner of another building, and a bit of tree. Sometimes the magpies bring dead mice to the tree to eat them, and I look at that, too (shiver).

  4. I miss having a window. More than that, though, I miss having a door I could close, if only on my lunch break.

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