No..I am not talking about training..but about trains..the contraptions invented by humans to ride from one place to another.
Some ride on the train, some in the train. Nevertheless train is the common thing. Once upon a time there was a saying: you can set your watch according to the train schedule; also, they said that german trains and swiss ones are the most punctual.
Now, to get to my point...I don't want to bore you, my dear reader. German trains aka DB...are always late. Like, really really really late. I cannot say anything about the swiss ones..did not have the honor.
So, there I was going from Prague to Berlin. Easy does it. I will not get into the details of how we bought the tickets. Short version: three counters, started from 6000 crowns (czech) for two persons..to 3000 crowns (also two persons).
So, there I was at the central train station of Prague, running late, when the board showed me the truth: 140 minutes delay ..not my delay..the train's delay. I admit, it was coming from Hungary...nevertheless ..140 minutes. Ok..we said....let's have a coffee, a sandwich, and we will manage. In 5 minutes the delay increased to 150 minutes. Anyhow, after some time it went to 170 minutes. In between I developed a food poisoning, my friend tried on some pants, we died of the smell of a polecat (yes, it was alive), bought books etc etc..
One day last week I drank too much tea too late in the day. Instead of going to bed at my normal 1:30-2am time, I went to bed after 3am. The next morning I woke up around eleven, feeling a bit slothful for sleeping in. Usually I make some nice green tea in the morning, but I skipped it that day, half because I had overdosed on tea the day before, and half because it was almost the afternoon. I sat down at my computer, but instead of doing my daily planning, I started researching Persian rugs.
By one in the afternoon I was still sitting at my computer in my skivvies, having done nothing more substantial than gain a comprehensive amateur understanding of what to look for in a Persian rug, and maybe answering a handful of medium-priority emails.
The day was off to a bad start. Not a horrific start, like the kind where you lose your arm in a grain combine, but the kind where you've gotten such a slow start that the day begins to feel like a waste.
I opened up Google Calendar to plan my day, but then closed it. What's the point, I thought, when I've already wasted so much time? There was no chance it was going to be an excellent day, so my brain was trying to steer me towards just writing the day off and refocusing on the next one.