My poor husband has a two and a half hour commute. That's just one way. Every. Single. Day. To be honest with you, I have no idea how he does it. He rides in a van with several other coworkers but in order to meet them at the park and ride, he leaves the house at 2:30 in the morning. Helltothenah am I ever doing that! More power to him though, I know the job is worth it in the end but come on, 2:30?! It's just crazy talk! My ass has to be at work at 8:30 and even then, I rarely see before 7:00am.
I used to drive a mere seven miles to work. It would take me MAYBE ten minutes to get there unless I got behind a tractor. It was fan-freaking-tastic I tell you. After moving in with Hubs, that sweet little drive went out the window and now I drive 25 miles to work.
"That's nothing!!" - you say. "Easy peasy!" - you tell me.
Well, my friends, in my spare time at work *cough cough* I mean HOME....I made you this purdy pixture. :)
(whattup paint skillz)
No, my house is not orange, in fact, it is stone. Regardless, you get my drift. I go through two school zones, past a resort community and also through a golf course to get to work.
You have no idea how pissed I got when I was on my way to work this morning I see this crap:
That would be the start of a golf tournament with ten golf carts crossing the street. What you can't see though, is the man in the middle of the road stopping traffic. AKA : He's holding my ass up and I'm not happy.
Not to mention, I'm not a morning person in the least. My coffee had not started to flow through my blood stream and I was already my usual five minutes late. (Sorry boss)
Add in about 14 stop lights, old ladies, and some high school students -- my 25 miles has turn into a good 50 minute excursion. Plus, since I'm alone in my car, I'm normally silently screaming inside my head. Good times.
Oh oh oh, but the weekends ..... their my favorite. You see, Sunday is check in day at the ski resort which makes my weekends suck just as much.
Apparently, all the tourists that visit our area seem to think that their going to miss their turn into the ski lodge. They stay in the left lane and go ten under the speed limit the entire 15 miles it takes to get to the resort from the interstate. You know what, I've got news for 'em :
THERE IS A BIG FREAKIN SIGN AT THE TURN TO THE RESORT!!!!
I promise, you will not miss it. You won't because you can't. And if you continue to ride in the left lane, I'm having this installed on my vehicle.
If you see that in your rear view mirror... take a hint and move over or SPEED
THE FUCK UP.