Left house - 8.35.
Got to desk (albeit via a detour for egg white sandwich and iced coffee*) - 11.15.
I kid ye not.
Gawker's take on the story tells you what you need to know, although it is rather exclusively east-sided - and while I work east-side, I am very much a westsider. It's one of the unexpected transitions I have taken in NYC, having gone from being a southeasterner through and through - and remaining so - in my Londoner identity, I am now living on the northwest corner of Manhattan.
To commemorate this situation, I present my top ten suitable songs for this morning:
1) Going Underground (or not, as the case may be) - The Jam (with an honourable mention for Down in the Tube Station at Midnight)
2) Drowned World / Substitute for Love - Madonna
3) Crosstown (or any bloody kind of it today) Traffic - Jimi Hendrix
4) Underwater Love - Smoke City
5) Stuck in the Middle (of Manhattan, the bus, whatever) with You - Steelers Wheel
6) (Pounding the) City Pavement - The Subways
7) People Under The Weather - Jehst
8 ) It's Oh So Quiet - Bjork (office is DESERTED)
9) Ain't No Sunshine - Bill Withers
10) Train in Vain - The Clash
*Yes, I have become yankeefied to that extent. Yikes indeed. You'll be pleased to know I counteract this by having a cup of Yorkshire tea every morning, what with Yorkshire being so unbelievably English that it nullifies the yankeeness.
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I hear you. Loud and clear. I'm amazed you made it anywhere at all. Seriously.
That was an achievement, indeed.
What I particularly love is that my friend comes in by boat from Hoboken, and even the boats were delayed. As he pointed out - more water = better, no?
Of course, I forgot to add: Ann Peebles' I Can't Stand the Rain. Oops.
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