Anxiety: It’s 7:30. I hover at my apartment door. I can hear the train outside and know that I’m about to miss it. I run for the train anyway. I miss it by five seconds.

Restlessness: I am the first one on the sidewalk waiting for the next train. I pick a spot that will put me near the back of the second train so that I have a better chance of getting a good seat.

Annoyance: The train arrives, and I’m slightly closer to the front door than the back, so I enter at the front. People waiting at the back doors take the best seats.

Relaxation: I have a seat. I’m reading my book. I’m listening to music. I am over the 15 minutes I wasted waiting for the second train.

Excitement: I’m on track to getting to work by 8:30. My train was expressed several stops ahead. Things are looking good.

Apprehension: We’ve been stalled between stops for a while. It doesn’t look like I’ll make my 8:30 goal, but I think I’ll probably get to work at a decent time.

Regret: The conductor announces over the intercom that there’s a broken train in front of us. We’re waiting for them to move it. I wouldn’t be in this situation if I’d caught the earlier train.

Fear: We’ve been underground in between stops for 20 minutes. The conductor keeps apologizing. We have nowhere to go.

Confusion: We’ve finally arrived at the next stop, but we’re not yet at the stop where the broken train is stalled. I could get off here, but it would be a long walk to my destination three stops away. I’m unsure of what to do, and I stay on the train.

Deja Vu: I have the same option at the next stop,  but I ignore the principle of sunk cost (as in, don’t worry about sunk cost, which I do) and stay on the train. I’ve been on here all this time; I deserve to be dropped off at my stop.

Hope: Immediately after 40 or so people get off the train to walk to their destinations, the train doors close and we leave the station. I feel justified in my decision to stay on.

Rage: I finally make it out of the train and out of the station. I wait at the crosswalk because I am the only responsible pedestrian left in Boston. I wait for the signal. I cross. I almost get hit by a van running the red light.

Frustration: I have to wait at every single crosswalk on my walk to work. Irresponsible pedestrians create a backup in traffic that makes everything take longer. But I’m almost there.

Devastation: I finally arrive at my office, a full hour and 40 minutes after I left my apartment. There is a dead bird directly outside our office door. I take this as the official sign that my day is cursed and proceed into the building.

TGIF, amiright?