So here I sit at Union Station, the very image of the modern urban professional, drinking Starbucxks coffee and tapping away at a keyboard until it’s time to hop on the little shuttle bus to XM. It seems that to make an eight o’clock arrival in the office I’ll be dropping the kids off at daycare at 6:30am just as it opens. This morning I had a house full of tiny people wandering around in their underpants, yawning and blinking and slumping suddenly to the floor for a little rest. I can see that bed time is going to have to move up by a half-hour or so, and not just for them either.
I had a plan to avoid the parking problems at the metro station by taking the kids to daycare then returning home and riding the motorbike the three miles to the station. However the guaranteed free spot couldn’t make up for the sheer hassle of changing at home and at the station, and risking bad weather on the way back. It also seems like a false economy to park an unlocked motorcycle outside a metro station all day in order to save $3.75 in parking fees. If I spend a few hundred bucks on a lock and another hard case to store stuff in then I’ll recoup those saved parking fees inside of three years though, so maybe I’ll run up a quick spreadsheet :)
In the end I abandoned that in favour of an unneccessarily early arrival at the metro and hence at Union Station, followed by a couple of swift coffees until I turn up for my first day at a civilised 9:30.
Union station is a pleasant surprise. Shops, architecture and travel all rolled up into one elegant package. Policemen zipping around on Segways give the place a certain panache as well, contrasting nicely with the posters advertising the “Southwest Chief”, the “Empire Builder”, the “California Zephyr” and other evocatively named train routes. I’ll have to remember my camera next time.
Ho hum … another “tall skim latte” for me and I’ll see if I can track down a copy of The Economist. See you later, wage slaves! Oh wait .. that’s me as well.