It can never be emphasized enough just how much commuting on the subway contributes to the hell of getting one’s body to Midtown. The sardine vibes, delayed trains and odious transfers aren’t the only aspects that ensure you’ll be in an even worse mood upon arriving at your cubicle.
There is also the anomalous moment when everyone gets off the train you’ve just missed and starts flooding through the turnstile you want so desperately to swipe your card through. Every time you try to get past it, a dirty look or someone else’s quickness to get out into the world prevents you from performing stage one of your job: getting there. By the time the deluge of human bodies has calmed down, you’ve changed your mind about getting on the train altogether.