It began as all bad days do, starting when I woke up late for work. I rushed out of my house without any breakfast, figuring I could grab something along the way. Boy was I wrong.

The subway was late. Big surprise there. All the years I've been living in the city, not once had it ever been on time. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother taking it in the first place. The train finally arrived, but it kept stopping. By the time I arrived at the office, I was already two hours late.

That wasn't the last of my bad day either. When I finally walked inside my office, I was greeted with stacks of files I had to look through and I wasn't going to leave until they were all done. I sighed as I sat at my desk and opened the first folder. It was going to be a long day that would only get worse.