starts bad, ends worse

I enter the subway and hear a loud, booming voice being piped in: "Due to construction, the #4 is now running on the #6 downtown line. Expect delays."

Then, "The downtown train is expected in 10 minutes."

Five minutes later, "The downtown train is expected in 12 minutes." 

WTF?

I'm wearing a fur-trimmed cape over a black cashmere sweater. I get on the train and eye a seat. I quickly make my way and sit down. The woman next to me says, "You might not want to sit there; there's some stuff on the seat." She mentions this after I sit down.

I get up and there's some green gunk on the seat. it smells like shampoo or dish washing detergent. I suppose it could be worse.




The guy next to me points out that whatever is on the seat is now on my fur trimmed cape and cashmere sweater.

This is how the day starts.

I get to work and go to the Alterations Department. The people there are wonderful magicians; they clean my sweater and cape. I wish they could live with me.

Coffee is free on Sunday and I need a cup. I go the cafeteria to get one and there's no cream or milk. I settle on tea.

I walk 21,049 steps.

Skip dinner.

Sell little.

And the worst? 

I begin helping a woman around 8 (the store now closes at 8:30).  She leaves two hours later empty-handed.

The store is eerily quiet. I still have things to do. Return all the customer's clothes to the go-back area. Close and settle the register. And bring some paperwork to another floor.

Suddenly the lights dim. Everyone is gone. I think I am the only one still on my floor. I see no one else.



We have a guard at one of the store entrances.  But still, it's not a comfortable feeling.

I leave work more than 10 hours after arriving.



And the worst? I am so hungry I eat dinner when I get home. Okay, maybe not the worst part of my day, but still not good.