The kind of person you see getting on or off the train in places like Wall Street, wearing a business suit and sometimes, but not always, carrying a briefcase and/or laptop and listening to his/her iPod. Usually has bloodshot eyes and/or a look of stupor on his/her face because of all the hevonpaska
that s/he has to take from the boss and from the spoiled rug rats
at home. Also usually heard in boring conversation about stock prices and the Dow index, with one eye glued to the Wall Street Report.
Oh no, another day listening to those boring corporate robots talk on the #6 train!