reality?

He heaved a sigh, dropped his bag down and sank into his seat at his table, hoping that the 'travel anxiety' would pass quickly.
The morning had been crazy, as usual.
The moment he stepped into the bus, traffic had been slow and he had been pushed about in the bus by probably a million grumpy commuters as people struggled to board and exit the bus.

He flipped through his schedule book.
It has been a practice of his to note down his schedule for the day the night before. Looking at a packed day gave him a strange sense of satisfaction. Today, was such a day.
'Meeting with the uppers at 8am, followed by a conference with the international partners...'
There were to be eight of such meetings.
He double checked the documents on his table. He preferred to prepare such paperwork the day before, but last minute changes were not within his control.
Thankfully, there were no such changes today.
He arranged the documents, stood up and walked over to the resource room where he would make copies of the documents and prepare the beverages for the first meeting of the day.