Traffic. Seriously.

Seriously. Left at 6:30 a.m. It took me 2.5, that's two and one-half, 2 1/2, hours, 150 minutes to get to work today. Like, totally. I almost cried. Crazy people do this every day. 50 miles. 2.5 hours. I think that means I averaged 20 miles per hour in the speed arena. Yeah. It sure does. Distance equals rate x time. That hasn't changed, right? Shoot. 20 on the freeway.

One day it could take 1.5 hrs, the next 2.5. It's amazing and horrendous. Plus, I had to pee. Lemme tell you why I'm sharing innappropriately....I have been drinking a lot because my throat is frequently sore and dry here, making a long commute somewhat of a challenge if it's more sore than normal and the drinking occurs. I didn't know where to pull over and not add another 1/2 hour to my commute just because I don't know where I'm going. I love that my old job makes me think of hotels as perfectly good places to stop and do bladder business. In your face, McDonalds!
Whew! Good to vent. Thanks. Thank goodness that's over for today. Only three more days of it....
By the way, took me 1.25 hours to get home, leaving at 2 p.m.
In a way, I feel like such a loser hick bitching about this, but seriously. Come on.