Capt. Mondo's World o' Mondo-ness

One of Those Days
The radio alarm on the clock wakes me up. This is rare since I normally wake up before it goes off. It's too loud to boot. Great.

Irene (our Nanny) is late getting to house. My alarm was too loud, her's had the volume turned all the way down.

Wait longer than usual for the bus. The driver decides to go for a coffee at a donut shop along the way. I get to the subway station to see a rare south-bound subway car pull in -- no way I can get to it in time from the other side of the station. All of these things eat away at my margin of safety for catching the train.

I get to Union Station. I rush to the platform. I arrive just in time to wave goodbye to the train as it begins to pull away from the platform.

I use an Internet kiosk to send an email to everybody at work that I'm going to be late. I realize later that I could have saved myself $0.75 if I had just phoned instead. And it didn't really matter anyways, as I was the first to get into the office still anyways.

When I catch the next available train I realize that my shirt is inside out. The train is delayed, first by stopping at Exhibition station (the train is no longer an express when the C.N.E. is on) and the subsequent delay means we have to wait a bit to let a regularly-scheduled train pass.

At work I notice that the connector for the side-strap on one of my sandals has come completely undone. I end up walking in bare feet in the office for much of the day as a result. (Thankfully it's the sort of office where this isn't frowned upon, or perhaps even noticed).

At 10am our DSL connection is cut. Turns out a bizarre series of accounting errors has led to this, though we were cut off without any prior notice. Their accountant and ours sorts things out, and our Internet connection is back up shortly after noontime.

In the afternoon there's a brief power outage, which kills the work I had been doing up until that point.

Walking to the train station in my broken sandal causes a painful cut in my second toe from the added stress.

The train I ride isn't air conditioned. (Though it does at least have a table that I can write most of this on quickly using my portable keyboard). I begin to write a computer book review on the train. Half way through, when I need to look up some detail in the book, I discover I left the book back at the office. The review will have to wait.

I get to the TD Center. I splurge and get myself two DVDs on sale at HMV: Edward Scissorhands and Monty Python and The Holy Grail. Then I head over to the shoe-repair store there and get my sandal repaired on the spot. Things are looking up. ;-)

Despite all of this, none of it really fazes me. At the end of my journey are my two daughters who are both perfectly happy to have their Dad home from work. And it's the week's end, so I also get to see my wife, who returns from Cambridge after another working week on her film's set.

Never sweat the small stuff.