I've decided I'm going to keep a detailed record of this trip. I'm going into it with a Hunter Thompson mindset. I'm going to throw my whole being into this trip and experience as much of New York as I can.
I'm also going to keep track of Cari and Hagel's fuck-ups.
That being said we begin our journey on the Market-Frankfurt line. It was a dirty train servicing dirty people. I want another shower and I've only been up three hours.
I'm sitting in 30th street station now watching the writhing masses of the populace float through the station, breaking off into the various news agencys and coffee kiosks. An older black man standing right in front of me is unbuckling his belt and tucking in a beat tan workshirt.
Thanks to the efficient public transit system my train is only running ten minutes late, yet they line us up to board ten minutes before the original arrival time anyway.
Already emails are coming in from our "beloved" leader. Hagel thinks the cables are a mess. He set them up, but I get to fix them. Users with local printers we didn't know about are asking to have them set up a certain way facing a certain direction on a certain desk.
The boarding line smells of burnt coffee and stale body odor. Twenty minutes later we get to wait downstairs on the cold platform. Begining to wish I brought a coat. There are hundreds of people pacing in place eager for the race to a seat to begin. Or they all have to urinate. Looks like every corner of the platform is reserved for that purpose.
I offer my praise to the transit people. The ten minute delay only turned out to be fifteen. I won in the race for a seat. It's easier if you don't mind plowing little asian women out of the way. I figure its ok when you can't understand the curses the yell out.
