Further evidence that Tuesdays are inherently evil

The machines have it in for me today. They're planning a Matrix-style attack on my way of life, I just know it!


Exhibit One:

This morning I was sitting on the train and just outside Park Street station it lurched to a stop. This isn't entirely out of the ordinary (particularly on the green line) but somehow this just felt different. Sure enough, the train had completely shut off. Stopped working. For no reason that anyone could tell. The train driver (operator? conductor?) had to use the emergency release to get the doors open and there was talk of us exiting the train and making our way to the station along the tracks (I was sitting right by the door and overheard said conversation), but luckily they managed to get the car to run again after about 10 minutes and I made it safely to work. You gotta love the T.


Exhibit Two:

I went downstairs at lunch time to get some food, as I did not seem to have any interest in packing my lunch this morning. I went to the sandwich place in the food court, ordered a tuna melt, paid, got my receipt and waited. And waited. And watched as two of the guys tried really hard to get the toaster back up and running because apparently it had overheated. In the end they had to reset it and I had to order a different sandwich. In the end, this really only affected me, so I guess I could feel special. Plus the guys were really nice about it, they made my new sandwich pretty quickly and gave me a refund.


Exhibit Three:

It's approximately 10,000 degrees in my office right now. Stupid heat wave in the middle of January (which, by the way, will become 'glorious heat wave in the middle of January' as soon as I step outside) causing everything to be too hot because this building is enormous and it takes awhile to change the temperature. Meanwhile the solar panels are doing their best to keep us warm, which wouldn't be a problem if it were cold and the thermostat in my office is pretty useless. Today I am Jessie of the Rosy Cheeks Because Her Office is Way Too Hot.


Listen to me - complain, complain, complain. It's terrible, I know. Here's hoping I am able to thwart the machine revolution for the rest of the day...