I left work at quarter after four today. I didn’t want to get stuck in traffic. I didn’t want to sit in my car for an hour and a half drive home, but I knew my fate the minute the last meeting of the day ran well over schedule.
I gathered my belongings, rode the elevator down to the third floor and stepped out of the building for the last time as an employee in this particular office.
When I saw the brake lights up ahead only fifteen minutes into my drive I knew it was going to be a long hike home. I rolled up the windows and screamed. Literally screamed. That feeling of utter frustration and angst that can only be released with one good yell.
This has been an absolutely atrocious week at work and I have to say that it felt quite fitting to drive home on my very last day on this job in a sea full of traffic.
Starting next week my 29.1 mile drive will be reduced to 9.9 miles. My average one to one an a half hour commute will be reduced to a mere thirty minutes! To say that I’m giddy at the thought of avoiding traffic is a ridiculous understatement!