I hate seeing you. Walking onto the redline and seeing you standing there. Same car, same section, every time.
Every time I see you I know how much trouble I will be in 20 minutes later.
You are a reminder that yes, I hit the snooze one too many times,
Yes, I stayed out too late last night,
Yes, I didn’t have time to shower,
Yes, I didn’t brush my hair,
Yes, I could use some makeup,
Yes, I wore these clothes yesterday, and
Yes, I did see you yesterday and this does make it three days in a row.
You never smile.
You stare sometimes. Do I really look that bad?
I apologize for scowling at you several times a week. You are a reminder of my failures as an employee.
this is in or around Cambridge