Life begins at 4:30 p.m.

It's interesting working in an office, temporarily.

It's just that, temporary; I'm temporary.

This is how I start my day.
At 8 a.m. with a coffee in hand I turn on all of the flatscreen t.vs and lights in the reception area. I just 'open' the office and sit on the phones until the receptionist arrives.

I'm at my desk beside the window at 9 a.m. and I work on spreadsheets. But honestly they end up working on me; they test my patience. And then at other times I feel like the computer and I are one; is that healthy?

Throughout the day I make frequent and strategic bathroom visits. This I find breaks up my day.

And then there's lunch and that's always a treat. I generally sit in the same place reading another chapter in a library find. Settling onto the staircase beside the only fountain in the city with no change, used bandaids and hypodermic needles floating about.

At 4:29 p.m I trade my black heels for flipflops and slip the heels into my desk drawer. The sandals are more me.

It's time to push myself through the crowd of sweaty humanity on the subway (boy I sound dramatic). Everyone on the train has one thing on their mind - home!

I'm instantly revived as I make my way up to my second floor apartment. My day can finally begin.