CRAAAAAAAAAP! I mean OMMMMMMM! It’s summer and every single solitary road I take is under construction. I’m the Queen of Gridlock. Cars piled up for miles in every direction. I make a quick u-turn to escape and curses, I’m not only stuck again but lost. No, I don’t have a GPS but I do remember the lake is East. Except I’ve driven so far off the lake I am convinced South is East. Unfortunately I never hung around the Girl Scouts long enough to get a “wilderness badge” so I’m challenged on any survival techniques I might need if I’m in the car a minute longer! I did sell a lot of cookies however. Craaaaap, get me out of this traffic! Beefy Boy doesn’t care how long we’re stuck as long as the air conditioning is on and he can nap. I wish he could drive so I could take a Valium.
It took me 30 minutes to drive 8 blocks up Michigan Avenue. Even when the lights turned green I couldn’t move. “The freaking light is green for God’s sake….go!” Nope. I desperately tried to remember the words from my friend Jamie Lerner’s peaceful wonderful book The Ever-Loving Essence of You
Yesterday I was stuck in gridlocked traffic so close to home I could see my apartment. So near and yet so far I burst into tears. I thought about leaving the car and walking the rest of the way but couldn’t wake Beefy Boy. It took twenty minutes to turn the corner – I was sweating , swearing and had developed a rash on my cheek from nerves. Like I said “craaaaaap….I mean ommmmm.”
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Easy… i try to listen to a good radio station. Unfortunately there is not a good talk show at that hour anymore. I used to hear the news but that also was slashed. But for us, here in So Florida summer is better, no school! I breeze right through now. Come September, gridlock again. Go figure!
It’s particularly bad in my neighborhood now because of “Taste of Chicago” – they have a major artery blocked for the gigantic gorge fest until July 4 so on every corner a handy dandy traffic “manager” is managing traffic regardless of the color of the light. So frustrating. And the radio here isn’t too good regardless of the time of day. Any other ideas?
i think the only other idea is to tell your brain that it is what it is and you have to bring a book or something that can keep you occupied. I used to commute in Miami and that is 1) taking your life in your hands 2) gridlock 24/7. By the time i got to work i was a mess. My job has this rule: YOU MUST BE ON TIME. One day i saw a corpse on the road and that did it. I explained this to our HR person and told him: ‘i will get here when i get here”. Once i did that, i would just relax and deal w/it. And then, i got a commute partner, Maria. And we would just talk ourselves through it. She would drive one week, then i the other week. It worked perfectly until i moved to better pastures and just a 20 minute commute. But it was going to end anyway, she developed breast cancer and had to quit.
A corpse on the road! OMG that would slow me down mentally and physically. I usually have reading material with me but even so it is frustrating. When I lived in NYCity I walked everywhere ; didn’t even own a car – halcyon days.
corpses on the road is an everyday event in CSI Miami. It starts at 6 a.m., when i put the news on at 7…. it has already happened. So i moved closer to my job.
Well you did the right thing. Yikes! A corpse on the road> I’d be movin’ myself.