I've been doing a hellish commute for the last couple of weeks while Swankette and I have been shacking up with the Parents of Swank. It started as about 50 minutes to work, although I've adjusted my route a little and knocked it down to 45 minutes. But the way home...man oh man. It's been as long as two hours, although it seems to be settling in around an hour and 15 minutes.
It's temporary, which is good. It's about an eighth of a tank of gas a day, which is bad. It's exhausting, which is troubling--I have to be at school by 7AM, so I leave at 5:40 (just in case there is a traffic snarl). I worry a little about fatigue...I'll be very careful, don't worry...I'm already prepared to take a nap on my desk if need be, and my brand new boss has already offered for me to stay the night in her family's guest room. ("You'll even get dinner and breakfast out of the deal, but I don't want you driving home tired!" she said. First impression of the new boss: very good!)
But the main thing I've been thinking is that some people choose to do this!
Who in the name of God would subject themselves to this?
I don't care how wonderful your distant rural or suburban place is, how could you sacrifice that kind of time and energy every single day? It's just an awful thing. Horrendous. I can't WAIT until it ends.
Anybody wanna buy a condo near Microsoft? Please? We've even knocked the price down...