My way to work morning was hellacious. I arrived at bart sometime before 9:00 am and noticed on the way down the escalator that it was unusually crowded. But this happens every now and again when a train hasn't been by too recently. I had no idea that a train hadn't been by in about a half hour. An announcement came on the pa system "Richmond train in ten minutes" and while that's a long wait, what can I do about it? I just push myself a little closer to the black tiles on the ground which indicate where the doors open, this way I can make sure to get on the train if space allows (bart's form a line etiquette goes out the window when there's a crowd). So about another 10 minutes go by and another announcement comes on saying there's a delay of about 10-15 minutes due to some debris on the tracks. Huh. Then another announcement about 5 minutes later saying the same thing only the delay time increases to 15-20 minutes. Then again about ten minutes later the same announcement only the time increases to 25-30 minutes. Obviously this is going down hill, and the debris isn't simply a tree branch but more likely something they aren't willing to share with the general public. I haven't yet mentioned to you that at 10:00, I have my once a year meeting with all the executive staff to review the annual report options I've designed. This is probably the only meeting that matters for me each year and therefore I really shouldn't miss it. Swell eh, pressure's on! And to make it just a little more complicated, it's also raining and taxis in SF are notorious for never being around when you need one. My only saving grace is that I ran into a colleague who would legitimized my claims. I also almost talked us both into going to Tartine for pastries instead of going to work at all. Would have been lovely. It all worked out eventually, as these things always do. I was able to flag a taxi at about 9:45 and got to work at 10:01. Lucky me.

So then what's this "way to work wednesday" image about you ask? Why it's about the treat I had at lunch of course, and I don't just mean the little celebration libation...it was the pleasure of sitting next to a table of wannabe reindeer. Wowsers! I took a wrong turn and ended up at the north pole, or these people are a little too festive? No kidding, they wore their antlers the whole time I was there.