Nando & His New Shooz

I woke up today feeling great. I had a song in my head— I Can't Wait by New Shooz. Remember that goodie? But I had a decision to make: Do I download the song and then upload it to my iPod and be late for work or hot iron my hair straight and be late for work. I did both and was extremely late for work but it was well worth it.

For 35 minutes (my commute from Brooklyn to Manhattan) I listened to I Can't Wait—over and over again; but, found out that I could wait.

The song eased my mind and the world seemed as it should be: perfect. When I got out of the train, and walked to work, a cool breeze caressed me and said, “Nando, you’re going to have a wonderful day today because you’re bright, creative, artistic, caring, loving, sensitive and you care about the world—and you’re one HOT Mexican!” And I thought to myself, “What a Breeze!”

I knew the universe had me covered today. Nothing would bring me down. I would tackle all problems with ease, care and a careful mind. Today, I would make it through with a smile on my face. I stopped for some toast at my usual breakfast spot and when I got around to eating it, I noticed that it was extra crispy—no problem! At the office our computer systems were slow and sending an e-mail took 20 minutes—no biggie. I got yelled at by a client by 9:15 a.m. and I just brushed it off.

I walked over to the lounge area where the ice-machine proudly stood; in its broken splendor. And the ice trays (that I filled last night) offered as a solution until repairs were made, were empty. How can I work under these unjust conditions? Even sweatshops offer their workers cups of ice, they consider it lunch, but it’s ice nonetheless! My life sucks and I want to die now.

Maybe I’ll listen to, I Can't Wait —since it’s obvious that I can.