Dear daily commute:
You know how I feel about you. On a good day, I tolerate you. On a bad day, you fill me with hate and frustration. Today, however, may have been the worst day. It took me 25 minutes to get from the edge of downtown to my parking space. That's what? About a mile? That's insanity. Add that to the other 50 minutes of my drive, and I'm just not happy.
Now normally, I just grit my teeth, but today I snapped. It's no fun breaking down in sobs in your car and showing up to work looking like a wreck. My boss must think I'm losing it. But come on? I'm not sure who in city or state government made the decision to block nearly every other lane downtown for construction, but they need to be fired.
Sigh.....
P.S. Just to preempt any queries about possibly commuting by bike. It's not an option. At least not a safe one. I live 25 miles from work out of necessity, and there's no safe way to get to my job from home. Not to mention that I don't think my body could handle riding 50 miles each day.



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It might not be fun, but at least you'd be actively moving...
