\nDavid looks up from his desk. "Good God, you look like hell. What's happened to you?"\n\nWell...\n\nYou were [[sick]] all night but have dragged yourself in because you're so committed.\n\nYou were [[awake]] all night because of your deranged pet ferret.\n\n
Well, that was foolishly optimistic. You just missed the streetcar, and your transit app says 18 minutes to the next one. Nice rush hour service.\n\n<html><img src="0924.gif"></html>\n\nNo choice, you:\n\n= Hail a [[Cab]]\n
Office Story
Sherbourne was terrible, but Shuter is practically empty--so you get to Wellington and University in about, um, eight minutes?\n\n<html><img src="0957.gif"></html>\n\n<html>NO <font color="red">NO</font> NO <font color="red">NO</font> NO <font color="red">NO</font> NO!</html> \n\nThat can't possibly be true! Fuck it--what do you think, do you have enough time for a coffee?\n\n= [[YES COFFEE]] PLEASE ARE YOU KIDDING.\n\n= [[No it's fine]], I'll survive, don't worry about me, I'll just curl up and die under my desk if I ever get to it.\n
\nMr Patient's e-mail is painfully blunt.\n\n"You are late. You're late all the time. Is there something wrong? Check your other e-mails and then come and see me."\n\nUgh. Your computer says it's already 10:05. Not a great start to the day. \n\nYou take one last look at your [[watch]] before you take it off and throw it out.
Sherbourne is a disaster thanks to the bike lane construction (yay bike lane, boo construction), so this is painfully slow. You check your watch.\n\n<html><img src="0924.gif"></html>\n\nWhat the? That can't be right! \n\nYou look around wildly for a clock to confirm but there aren't any in sight.\n\n"We're coming up to Shuter," says the driver. "Do you want to go across here, or at Richmond?"\n\nWith no idea what time it really is, you take a wild guess.\n\n= Turn at [[Shuter]]\n\n= Turn at [[Richmond]]
\nYou ever-so-quietly go straight to your desk and boot up your computer, turning down the speakers so the tell-tale chime of Windows doesn't reveal just how fucking late you are.\n\nYou log in, you open your e-mail. Oh look, 25 new emails. Who are these people? It's not even 10 a.m.\n\nThree e-mails in particular stand out:\n\n[[Mr Patient]], your boss, subject: Where are you?\n\n[[Ms Urgent]], his boss, subject: Urgent plan needed!\n\n[[Terry]], co-worker, subject: Great movie last night!
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\nYes, you're late but you don't care--you shell out for coffee and a banana-pecan muffin and then race through the food court, up the escalator, through the security gate and up the elevator.\n\nAlmost fearfully, you check your watch.\n\n<html><img src="8888.gif"></html>\n\nYou give up.\n\nThe elevator door opens, you turn the corner and walk into your department. Everyone looks up at you.\n\nDo you:\n\n= Stop and tell your boss why you're [[late]]?\n\n= Go straight to your [[desk]] and boot up the computer?\n\n
\nYou stop in and see your boss. "Sorry I'm late," you tell him.\n\n"It's okay," he says. "I was late too. I sent you an e-mail though. Feel free to ignore it."\n\nSure enough, you go to your desk, boot up your computer, log in and go to your e-mail. Along with the message from your boss, which click and delete without opening, and about 23 other e-mails, there are two others that stand out:\n\n[[Ms Urgent]], your boss's boss, subject: Plan needed now!\n\n[[Terry]], co-worker, subject: Great movie last night!\n
Sherbourne was terrible, and Richmond is only slightly less grim--so you get to Wellington and University in about, what, twelve minutes?\n\n<html><img src="0943.gif"></html>\n\nUm...is that right? Is that wrong? You watch carefully as it switches to:\n\n<html><img src="0937.gif"></html> \n\nOh for Christ's sake, now your watch is dying! You started at...and the trip was how long...and that means its...\n\nFuck it--you don't have any choice. You're sure you don't have time for a coffee.\n\n= [[No it's fine]], I'll survive, don't worry about me, I'll just curl up and die under my desk if I ever get to it.\n
Toronto, Canada. A chilly day in October, and you've been awake for an hour. It's been a long morning and it hasn't even started yet. You're late (as usual) but at least showered, dressed, ferret fed, ID around neck, weather checked, coat on.\n\nCheck your trusty old digital watch that you've had since you were twelve.\n\n<html><img src="0920.gif"></html>\n\n= Run for the [[Streetcar]]\n\n= Hail a [[Cab]]\n\n
\n"I have briefing document that I need pulled together by 10 a.m.," says Ms Urgent's e-mail. "All the supporting material is attached. I'm sure you'll be able to pull this together for me."\n\nUgh. Your computer says it's already 10:05. Not a great start to the day. \n\nYou take one last look at your [[watch]] before you take it off and throw it out.
\nDavid looks at you and shakes his head. "You have to do something about that ferret." He turns back to his computer. Is that solitaire he's playing?\n\nYou mumble something vague in agreement (meanwhile remembering that you have to upload thirty new ferret photos to facebook), and then go to your desk. boot up your computer, log in and go to your e-mail. \n\nAlong with a message from David, which click and delete without opening, and about 23 other e-mails, there are two others that stand out:\n\n[[Bridget]], David's boss, subject: Urgent plan needed!\n\n[[Terry]], co-worker, subject: Great movie last night!\n
\n"What? What are you doing here?" David asks, wheeling his chair away from you dramatically. "Go home!"\n\nOMG! Really?\n\nGo home! <html><font color="green">You win the game!</font></html>
Going along Carlton to Church is barely tolerable. However, Church down to Wellington is fantastic--seven minutes total!\n\n<html><img src="0924.gif"></html>\n\nWhat the? That can't be right! \n\nYou look around wildly for a clock to confirm but there aren't any in sight. Fuck it--do you think you have enough time for a coffee?\n\n= [[YES COFFEE]] PLEASE ARE YOU KIDDING.\n\n= [[No it's fine]], I'll survive, don't worry about me, I'll just curl up and die under my desk if I ever get to it.\n
At last you're on your way but you're already 20 minutes late and only have 15 minutes to get to the office. There is construction in literally every direction.\n\n<html><img src="0926.gif"></html>\n\n"I'm going to University and Wellington," you say.\n\n"Which way do you want to go?" asks the cab driver.\n\n= Down [[Sherbourne]] and across further south\n\n= Across to [[Church]] and down to Wellington\n
David Demchuk
\n"The new Bond movie is a-maaaaaze-balls!" says Terry's e-mail, showing his characteristic command of the English language. "Too bad you weren't around last night to come with me."\n\nUgh. So that's the 'unknown caller' that you slept through after dinner. Not a great start to the day. \n\nYou take one last look at your [[watch]] before you take it off and throw it out.
\nYou are barely barely conscious but you are too late to grab a coffee. After you've established your presence, you can sneak out and grab something.\n\nYou race through the food court, up the escalator, through the security gate and up the elevator.\n\nAlmost fearfully, you check your watch.\n\n<html><img src="8888.gif"></html>\n\nYou give up.\n\nThe elevator door opens, you turn the corner and walk into your department. Everyone looks up at you.\n\nDo you:\n\n= Stop and see your [[boss]]?\n\n= Go straight to your [[desk]] and boot up the computer?\n\n