|The Joys of Commuting
||[Jun. 25th, 2008|10:36 pm]
Kelly J. Cooper
Most of you have heard this before, but I'll say it again. I hate commuting and I hate cubicles.
But one of my contracts asked me to be on-site full-time and I said I'd give them three days a week for a few weeks. I'm in a cube. A half-height cube. But at least I have a real wall on one side. It's bright screamin' orange, but it goes all the way up.
First day (Tuesday): I warned them I wouldn't be in til lunch (still recovering from my weekend of working). Then the bug sounded funny when I started it and when I backed out of the driveway. It was a little loud on the way up to the site and I thought, "Hmm. Could be the exhaust system."
I work six hours and head home at 6pm. Sure enough, I'm stuck in stop-n-start traffic on Lake Street. I stop at a red light and when it turns green and I hit the gas, the bug lets out a gasping PAF! then got REALLY LOUD and all the power went away.
Drove it home and turned it the hell OFF. No money to get it fixed right now.
Second day (Today): I can't wake up for love or money. I'm exhausted and haven't had a day off in... um... a while. I can't wake up enough to call in sick, but the alarm blaring every 9 minutes keeps me from sleeping. The dreams are intense and I finally crawl up to consciousness sometime after 2pm.
I drag myself to the site in the BF's little red convertible (he usually takes public transportation). I get a laptop and a couple of accounts set up. I work for a couple hours and then head home to go to a Garden Club Board meeting.
Route 128 N. was insane and no one wanted to let in a cute little convertible. Then I look up and I see this big blue bus and someone's painted on it something like "DOESN'T GO FASTER THAN 65 M.P.H.!" and I laugh and think, "I love hippies!" then, "I know enough people with goofy old buses. Wouldn't it be funny if I knew these people?" My eyes continued to read the back of the bus and I get to the part where it says "CrissCrossCircus!" and I realize, I DO know these people! They're nice kids! Surely they'll let me merge!?!
So I pull up past the bus. I'm about to run out of merge lane. I wave like a maniac and put on my blinker. The driver (was that you, Jacob?) lets me in (thank goodness) just before there's no more lane. I wave some more and immediately get off at Route 2 East to get home. I let in 2 people along the way in honor of the generous driving I experienced.
We shall see what Day Three will bring. I'll be driving the hybrid truck. I have back to back meetings. Commuting sucks. Woo.