>Yesterday morning I was feeling pretty bad for myself as my alarm went off at 6:45am to go to work. I grumbled to myself about getting up before a lot of Santiaguinos were going to bed from partying the night before.
I stumbled into the Santiago morning and waited for the bus. I was pretty surprised to see quite a few people on the bus, but I figured most of them were going home from the night before.
Then I got to the Metro.
It was PACKED.
Then I realized:
Obviously I’m not the only person in Santiago who has to work on Saturdays.
This made me feel a little better. I was probably just imagining it, but I felt that we were all sympathizing with each other during the commute.
It still stinks to have to work six days a week, but at least I know I’m not the only one.