morning commute

i watch as the white cloud of steam exits my mouth and fogs the tempered glass window separating me from the thirteen degree weather i stretched my joints to early this morning. my alarm woke me three times: 6:24am, 6:31am, and finally for good at 6:39am. i stretch every morning to get the blood flowing and to meditate about the day ahead; i like to plan, i'm a planner. it snowed the night before last and then we had a day of freezing rain, new snowfall accumulation of five inches and about one inch of ice from the seven hours of freezing rain we had throughout the gloomy day. let's hope that the sun stays out most of today and melts away the white, i hate how bright in the whiteness that everything is when the snow falls...loathe really.

it takes three tries to pull out of my tight parallel parking space, without hitting the 2004 honda civic behind me or the 90's era ford crown vic' (former cop car turned taxi) in front. i'm actually really proud of myself for being able to squeeze my 1991 oldsmobile cutlass calais into a spot for a mini cooper while i was on my cell phone with my father. each of us trying to bore the other to death while we converse about our days and our up coming weekend plans. i exhale in relief, fogging up the glass my defrosters are waging war with. i maneuver my vehicle down the remaining road to my first right hand turn towards front street. eventually i turn left towards the interstate and it's officially time for me to wake up.

i got cut-off going the speed limit with another vehicle no more then two car lengths ahead of me. the progress infringing driver who i am now pursuing merely out of spite, happens to be heading my way. at the i-83 split she goes south, as i stay north towards my destination, oh i almost forgot, i work in telecommunications, it's my first desk job since i worked for montgomery county's leading circular advertisement and classified newspaper, the progress newspaper (this desk job consisted mostly of cleaning desks, inside and out). i vigorously apply original chapstick to my lips as i merge onto the longest length of road on my commute (sidenote: if i stay in the left most lane the entire trek i will never have to change lanes). the sun is trying it's damnedest to break through the clouds just east of me, no accidents thus far.

i get stopped at the first traffic light on the second half of my journey. the motor-vehicle-ist next to me looks like a nice man, he probably works for a corporation off of the old highway or he owns a business in middletown. he's biting into a jelly donut, and the confectionery sugar sticks to the mustache he sports, it looks like a cocaine dusting under the nose of an 80's porn star.

green light means go.

my olds fights the cold air as the engine rumbles up-hill, struggling like a marathon runner who smokes two packs a day. it's thursday, and i went to bed thinking it was friday, dreaming it was my last day this week. saturday, i am trying to go see my third favorite hockey team the hershey bears. i just need to keep my conversion rate up at work, and i'll be in the company club-box that night, padded suites, free food and drinks, even brews. then i'll play a hockey game of my own with some friends, first time on the ice since the "incident" where i knocked someone unconscious. i just got new skates, and i've been dying to test them out.

i finally arrive to work. later then normal but i am early non-the-less. recently i found out about a fellow co-worker's father and his struggle to survive. death rarely phases me, it's a part of life and possibly the longest and best adventure left. i am more concerned about staying out of debt and consolidating my school loans. i'm selfish but kind.

my desk is accented in a gray-yellow light from the florescent bulbs that hum at a frequency that only i am trained to hear. the hum gives me headaches in the middle of the day, my managers are sending last minute emails, before leading us through ten hours of verbal battles in the war to succeed in a failing economy. luckily for me, no one is willing to give up their vacations this year.