moving my cheese

When your wise host tells you to print out the subway map at work your first day, and you don’t (for whatever reason), you have no one to blame when the Columbus Circle station is closed, forcing you to find an alternate way to work.

The MTA moved my cheese. And I still managed to get to work early. But that’s really more because of the Benjamin Wagner Standard Time Zone where time runs just a wee bit fast. You know, if twenty-five minutes is ‘wee.’ Regardless of the fact that I made it with time to spare, I’m sure I burnt out a few brain cells making my little paradigm shift. Time to print out the subway map. I suppose it will be of tremendous value to know how to get to more places than work, and to work on mornings such as this.

On a nicer note, I so totally got flirted with on the way to work. God bless NYC and the bellhop at that random hotel on 43rd. All he did was say hello at first, and all I did was smile. Then…

“Now that’s worth getting out of bed for!”

I laughed out loud and kept walking, but I thought, “Damn straight!”

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