Friday, December 2, 2011
Narcississtic Rage And The Scheduled Uploader
Did I mention I just got home? At my kids bedtimes? Oh yeah, that. See, I left the house at 6:20 am. I work 27 miles away from my house. Since the speed limit is 65, it should take no more than 27 minutes to get there, right? Well, wrong. I live in California, and those 27 miles happen to be through some of the worst traffic in the state (ergo, pretty bad even on a planetary scale). So leaving at 6:20 will typically get me to the office a few minutes early for my 7:30 start time.
Not today, gentle reader. The freeway was shut down. I'm not going to get into the messy details, but I got stuck in a freeway shut down for the first time in my life this morning. I got to work at 8:50. So I had to stay an hour and twenty minutes late. Instead of leaving at 4, I left at 5:20. No big deal, right? Should be home by 6, right?
Not today, gentle reader. The freeway was shut down. I'm not going to get into the messy details, but I got stuck in a freeway shut down for the second time in my life this evening. I got home at 7:30. So, I have been away from home for a little over 13 hours, with just over four of that being in traffic. On the 27 miles of road between my house and the office.
I realize that my story is not nearly as tragic as those of the people who caused those shut downs, but right now, I just don't care. Maybe that's the narcissism talking.