In addition to riding in the boxcar subway every day to get to work, the other cherry on top to working in a building in Midtown like some twentieth century fool is having to lumber through the station to transfer to another train thanks to all the other lumberers making their way to work.
It’s unclear what exactly takes each individual a fucking month to ascend the stairwell to their next train, but whatever the reason, it causes an everyday backlog that adds a minimum of five minutes to your normal commute. And as you stand there shuffling among the legions of other drones, you wonder if you might be better off in some worse, yet more high-paying, more sprawling city–like San Jose.