You have days like these, where life just decides to embrace its sadistic side and give you all it's got, only to reveal it's got another surprise up it's sleeve when you're thinking that it's physically impossible for your day to get worse.
How work has turned my life into one giant cliche. I remember when I started this whole affair upon graduating seven years ago; I'd noticed, and pitied, the monotony of the routine by which the rest of the working population appeared to go about their morning commute. Arrive at the train station everyday at the same time, with the same drained expression on their face; walk to the same spot on the platform to wait for the train, and unfold the same newspaper each day after they step into the same carriage as yesterday. The consistency with which this was done reminded me of The Army in some ways, but in reality closer to an army fighting a dream of someone else which they don't care for---but who are too apathetic to try defeating the system. I'd m