Morning journey to work

I think that the further a man lives from a workplace, the more uncomfortable it is.

He lives on 8^th floor. He has to wait for an elevator. Unfortunately the elevator is called by someone else. He decides to walk the stairs down. He’s already under the pressure. There is a red light on each stop light while walking. He makes a decision to use a city train to get to the centre. The train is delayed. He hurries through the city. There are obstacles everywhere. He endangers a few pedestrians by riding a kick-scooter too carelessly. Due to it, he is stopped by the police.

A mission of reaching the workplace in time has not been fulfilled. When he opens the door to the office, he doesn’t even have time to apologise for the late arrival. His superior tears a strip off him. He can’t take it anymore. He explodes as a pressure cooker. The pressure inside is too high. The lid makes its way straight to the chin of a middle-management manager.

Great, finally a team building which makes sense. A yearly boxer ring where everybody releases their redundant pressure and settles accounts.

Or it’s more reasonable to live closer to a place where you work.