I’m at work this week, along with about 100 other poor souls in my entire industry. Nobody works this week, but the powers that be decided that my agency would be open, despite the fact that every other agency owned by our parent company is closed.
No, I’m not bitter.
Working this week makes me feel like I’ve been sucked into some strange parallel universe… a parallel universe where the L train is not crowded at 8:30 am on a weekday morning… a parallel universe where the line at Starbucks is populated with people in pajama pants instead of suits… a parallel universe where my phone doesn’t ring off the hook during the workday… a parallel universe where it is not only acceptable to drink at a business lunch, but encouraged.
For all the great things that happen in this parallel universe, there are still two harsh realities: the L train will still stall at 3rd Avenue for 5 minutes at 8:30am, even with nobody riding it, and tourists will still scatter in packs across the sidewalks of Midtown.
Unfortunately, not even the greatest discoveries in astrophysics will change these realities.