..........train ride I've ever taken. It was already 5 pm, Friday night and my head was hurting and there's something inside me that's tightening my chest. It wasn't even my last day at the office and as I was feeling woozy, I graciously backed out of happy hour. One of my favorite co-workers just left for a vacay in Mexico which means that was basically the last day I was going to see him unless he makes that trip to California with the rest of Team Scion. I didn't really think it was goodbye until I got my last hug. It was like when my brother hugged me at the airport when me and my mom took that flight to New York.

Quite heartbreaking.

So I rush to the 1 subway, and I just,... JUST missed it. Like the door literally closed 4 inches before my face... and as the train moves....ha, I saw him in one of the trains...which means I could've still caught up with him for one last banter.

I quietly sat in one of the benches trying to get my Ipod to cheer me up. This guy looks at me and sits beside me. I'm not sure if he works in my office but I'm sure he's an advertising junkie -- from the looks of it, he's probably in graphics. I was half paying attention -- as I was still frustrated of missing the train (and my scion homefry)... was contemplating on getting the express at 14th street.

The train comes and I sit down...listening to a track from BIG (which was so ironic because I had it on shuffle... and BIG was one of his weird faves) ... for the love of!!! You know when you're about to cry but you're tightening your throat to make it stop? Well...... I wasn't quite there yet. As I was still irritated of my supreme slowness of missing that 1 train.

So I was distracting myself by staring at everyone. The old woman with the purple pashmina, the NYU student with the 'revolutionize manhattan' mailman bag (which was kinda cool).... the guys having a conversation by the wheelchair section and the advertising junkie... who took his digicam out of his back and started taking pictures (not quite so discreetly of the happenings around him).

I saw him take a picture of my open toe green shoes --- and it was one of those things that I knew that he knew and he knew that I knew. So it was quite pointless for me to hide my feet from the paparazzi.

Normally, I would've called him on it. And asked for rights --- gone all Borat lawyerly and have him pay me for posting a picture of my feet in a portfolio somewhere. (Prized that I just realized that one of my toes looked like it had an elvis haircut) He was already looking at me and was sort of waiting for me to speak up.

But I was still sad.

And am not in the mood for semi-menial nonsense.

So I just left.

This clip cheered me up some..... but not really.