The morning after

I’m sorry, what’s that, honey? When I need to get up? Well, now I guess. Thanks for reminding me, sunshine!

is how it sounded in my head. But what came out was:

Uuuuggghh… My head.. God, I’m tired… Yeah, yeah, I know I have to get up and go to work… Ooooffff… Slowly, slowly…

The background to this is that we had a Halloween party at my work last night. Since I’ve been working at a customer’s for a number of months now, it was great seeing some old friends in the office, although I didn’t have the time to talk to all I wanted to. I also had an intriguing discussion with a woman I’ve never met before about lesbians, and she told me a fascinating story about one of her female friends. Oh well, this is not the time nor the place to go on about that (maybe girlspoke is rather the place to go for hot stories)…

Naturally, it got a lot later than it should have, and I got home around 1.30. Maybe not too late for some of you, but for me it is. Especially if I have to go to work the day after. So, anyway, I eventually managed to get out of bed and haul my body down to the breakfast table. Once there, my self-pity wasn’t well-met. For some reasons, my girlfriend and my daughter, both having terrible colds, seemed to think that their lack of sleep and being in bad states, was worse than my self inflicted pain.

Just to point this out more clearly, my daughter mustered the little strength she’s got in her body right now (poor thing), to bang things together and throw them really hard on the floor. I guess I deserved it…

Took a quick shower and got on my bike down to the train station. I knew time was sparse when it came to making in time to the train, but it turned out to be worse than that. As I got to the station, the train had just arrived and most people had already gotten on it. Since it was later in the morning than usual and the fact that I’m living in a suburb, means that if I miss a train I have to wait twenty minutes for the next one. Not acceptable.

So I locked my bike, and darted across two lanes of traffic without throwing a single glance in any direction but the train’s. I heard the hissing sound of the doors starting to close, and jumped. I was literally in mid-air when the doors closed behind me. I landed in the train, bounced a little on my shaky feet, and hit a metallic trash can. It gave out a loud ring and everyone in the train turned to look at me. Well, I made the fucking train, didn’t I? πŸ˜€

Once I got to Stockholm, I picked up one of the free morning newspapers that are offered. Its first page headline read:

Every third Swede is home from work today

God, I really should’ve been one of those (it was an article about people that are unemployed). Also, this newspaper has a spot for guest comic strips. The one today, a brand new one, was called Robert’s store. It was about a guy having a record store with all kinds of hard to find records, but apparently, the income from selling them wasn’t sufficient to make ends meet, so he sold second hand porn magazines in the back. Felt like a worthy line of work for someone with my name…

Oh well, I’m glad it’s Friday at least. Have a nice weekend! πŸ™‚


  • Martin S. says:

    God knows i love these stories of yours. You're a hell of a writer and I bet it's not only me who can actually see exactly what happened in front of me when reading. Must have been a hard morning! πŸ˜‰

    That train part was magnificant. Robert the "Super-man" is what you should be called from now on. Jumping skills you have, indeed. πŸ˜€

    Don't bother to take it easier next time. :p

  • Dag says:

    It was the funniest I have read for long. Sorry, I couldn't attend.

  • Robert Nyman says:

    Martin S, Dag,

    Thank you! Your words were probably kinder than I deserved, but they made me very happy nonetheless! πŸ™‚

  • Henrik says:

    Haha, must have been terrible :D. Great piece of writing Robert.

    This is why I will move to the inner parts of Stockholm when I finish school, and not the suburbs.

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