So today there was a tube strike.
You can already guess what kind of mood that put me in.
I get to work at 4:10pm after being on the bus for over an hour.
First thing I hear is that the work I did the night before was "lousy".
This didn't help my mood.
Why am I working in a Mexican fast food restaurant?? This isn't what I want. This was nowhere in my dreams or ever part of my answer whenever people would ask; "What's your dream job?"
I needed to get out. I needed to leave and clear my mind. . .get back to myself.
I left work by 7.
I wandered the streets aimlessly, trying to reach some sort of calm.