You wake up with panic written all over your face, as you stare at the alarm clock which failed to go off after you snoozed it the 10th time. You are clearly gonna get a stink-eye from your manager when, being a lowly intern, you reach the office an hour later than everyone else. You rush through the ablutions, and are running on the street with hair still unkempt and shirt still untucked, when you discover, rather untimely, that you are not as fit as you thought you were. And while you wait for the bus which is 5 mins late (a lot by Dutch standards), your ipod chooses the very moment you finish setting up the playlist, as its time of demise. You curse a bit in Hindi, realise that the lunch your roommate prepared for you is sitting back at home, and curse a bit more. You board the bus, and as you pay from your ever-thinning wallet and move on, a pretty dutch girl smiles at you...
and your day is made.
