Population Density

Imagine this:
It's early in the morning, and you live in a very populated country. You have to get to work, so you decide to take the train. You rush to the station as quick as possible. You stand in the back of a sea of people, and almost feel like you're drowning. All of the sudden, people start to scurry, like rats in dim-lighted alley ways. You gulp out of the nervousness of the situation. You start to scurry as well. Since you were in the back, you are one of the last to get on the train.

You feel your back being pushed in by one of those people in the suits who have to force people into the train. Your spine is under tons of stress as you slowly are feeling yourself being pushed into other people. The doors close, barely catching your coat in between the two doors. The man crammed into the spot beside you smells like cigarettes, making you cough a bit. He shoots you a glare, his mud brown eyes making you fear a bit for your life. The train starts to move, jostling you, but just a bit. You start to smell the stink of someone being sick. You groan at the thought of someone having puked.

After five minutes, your right shoulder starts to ache with a cramp. You still can't budge, which makes you panic a bit.

I just had to take the train to work didn't I? You scold yourself.

Well it's better than being in one of those big traffic jams. Your brain answers.

The rusty interior of the train is definitely not able to distract you. You wish people around you would stop talking, it's making you feel a bit sick. Maybe you'll throw up yourself. Your shoulder now burns with pain, you hope that it won't be damaged at all. You try and look straight ahead, thinking of things other than your right shoulder.

Soon though, the train stops. You smile out of joy. Free at last! You rush out, desperate to get to work on time. The people flood out after you, trapping you in the sea of people once more. You sigh and keep walking, hopeful that your boss won't kill you.

Soon, you get to work and sit at your usual desk. The sad part is, you'll have to repeat this whole ordeal getting back home, and getting to work the next morning.
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What would you do if you had to deal with this every morning?