Injection Of Happiness

Monday

                 

It was Monday morning, again. Like most people, I hate Mondays. I had been sat by the train platform, waiting for the seven-thirty-seven train towards my place of work. My stomach rumbled in pain, the overindulgence of alcohol had become a great regret. The only thought processing through my head was how much I had been dreading work that day. I worked at a call centre for the record. It was a pretty depressing job, a vivid reminder of how bland life really is. The train arrived, nine minutes late to my disapproval. I sat by a window seat and watched the world rush behind me, for a moment, there was a feeling of peace from my worries. Though the equanimity was cut short, someone sat next to me. I feel uncomfortable when someone sits next to me on the train. My inability to converse curses me, the curiosity to question why on earth this person chose to sit next to me had been averted from my vocabulary, I'm too shy. I never got a chance to see her face, the thought of making eye contact with her scared me. However I did admire her feminine legs. She was definitely a woman, which only left me more curious. Did she find me attractive? I doubt it, I looked like an alcoholic mess. She got off the train at the stop before mine. Shortly after she left the carriage, she left my mind. I arrived in town forty-four minutes late for work. My boss was not best pleased about that, he questioned my absence in the politest manner he could.
"Ricky! Where the hell have you been? You're fired if you are a minute late in the future!"
  It wasn't the best way to start my day that's for sure. The hours droned on, like they usually do, I sat staring at the clock, waiting till it turned to five so I could leave. Praying that the phone on my desk wouldn't go off, so I didn't have to pretend to be someone who actually enjoys their life. Thankfully god received my prayers that day. I had very few calls, which was always reliving. However time was not on my side. It felt like hours had gone by, no they were only minutes. My patience was failing, the boredom drove me mad. I almost wished I actually had some work to do. The lack of productivity that day lead my mind to wonder. I began to think of the woman on the train. I hadn't even seen her face, though I sat at my desk daydreaming a life of romance, away from reality. Half past two finally came, it was lunch time. There was a canteen at work, but I never went there, I didn't like socialising with my colleagues, I never understood their jokes, they're just not funny. Instead I would go outside, sit on a bench, eat a sandwich, smoke a cigarette, and contemplate my life choices. I took a moment to check my watch, five O clock wasn't far, and by then I would be free to do as I pleased, until the next day.