by Shey Cannon

Created on: June 05, 2008

Is it me or has the world dissolved into mayhem in the last 10-15 years? Gone are the days of easygoing travel to work. The alarm clock argues you out of a nice dream and a warm, cosy bed. You haggle your braincells into some semblence of order just so you don't end up putting your clothes on inside out or sticking weetabix into your arsehole instead of your mouth. You plough into the streets still semi-slumbered and notice it is already heaving with the clockworks of morning rush hour. Obnoxious schoolkids getting rowdy and loud and spitting by the bus stop bins before the school day starts. Road works drilling into this migraine symphony of A.M blues. And traffic already choking up the morning roads. I personally, have to bus each morning to and from work. What would take a 20 minute journey is actually 40 minutes. I'm crammed into a steel can like a wedged sardine and forced to inhale the stale urine that is emanating from the back seats. Amongst the 100 other miserable folk i take this journey with i begin to pass the time and people watch; The black haired man with a dreadful halitosis problem scowling into his morning paper; Pink-faced and lard-arsed male of forty-something eyeing up the fifteen year old girls in school uniforms outside the newsagents; Gorgeous blonde with the vacant stare checking out her blue acrylic fake nails with an air of boredom; Zit flared teen wired into his mp3 player that is so loud it sounds like someone coming round shaking a charity tin right in your ear; and sweet docile octagenarian who looks so confused i'm wondering if she has got on the wrong bus altogether. Just before i hit the office the road on both sides is chocker-block, streaming a mile with steel shells of all designs and colours. The air is thick with vehicle fumes and the sky is revealing an uncomfortable shade of Thursday smog. My day in the office drags by with herculanian effort like a fragile old lady dragging a boulder behind her in her shopping basket. The computer screen stings my eyes to a pinky-red, the work so tedious my mind wanders relentlessly that it is common place i make mistakes on the spreadsheets, and my awareness always draws me to the clock on the right side of the screen. This daily bad habit of boredom causes my 7 and a half hour shift to feel like 18 when i'm finished. Then, its morning tedium in reverse as i head home on the bus again. Only, this time it is even warmer and smellier inside on the top deck, the traffic and drivers more

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