The New and Much Longer Commute

Well... sorry for the delay in the posts... Busy times with work and Lake Show. It is no excuse and i will follow up shortly with another post.

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Well... each and every day, people wake up and repeat the same steps until they go to bed. For me, that routine involves a moderately long commute that involves three forms of transportation: subway, train, and boss picking me up from the train station.

My day starts at 6:22 and is incredibly not efficient. After a quick shower, i engage in a daily struggle to dress myself. Its a battle to watch SportsCenter, guess the weather, and item by item cloth myself.

Then begins the commute... down the elevator and around the corner where someone ALWAYS has put out bird food. Every morning, the pigeons scatter and kamakaze dive bomb poop all around me. Into the subway and up to Grand Central where the stairs up to Grand Central have been incorporated into the Millman Get Fit regime. (Note: There have been recent sightings of me forgoing the subway and huffing it from 42nd to 30th)

Upon boarding the hour and 10 min train ride, that is when the fun begins... and by fun, i actually mean a super-sized portion of potential badness.

Here are couple things that you could expect on the train...

• At least one person playing punk music on their iPod at a way too early hour... (Editor's note: is there an appropriate hour for punk music?)


• Someone uncomfortably snoring next to you


• Coffee spills and no one owns up to it to warn you that it has trickled down and seaping into your briefcase


• Waking up at the last stop and no one is the train and everyone failed to wake you up...


• Perfect weather going into the tunnel to get to Grand Central, and a monsoon when you get out with no umbrella. Eureka! A guy selling umbrella's! within 3 seconds the umbrella is rendered useless and inside out.

With all this potential badness destined to ruin my commute, their is one silver lining: The Bar Car.

The Bar Car is the solve to the happy hour that everyone misses by working outside the city. It is sheer bliss but a small battle to drink enough to get buzzed but not too much where you have to break the seal on the train.

SO when you are driving home, or smushed between someone on the subway, just think that you pretty much know what you are getting... I am getting an hour and a half of potential badness with a small side of potential bliss.