Monday, August 18, 2008

Instant gratification does not exist within me...

I am a victim of instant gratification syndrome. I hate hate hate waiting. I am nortoriously impatient with anyone except small children, and even they should know better sometimes. So, as it were, my patience is being tested every moment I am traveling in this city. I live about 11 miles from the train station, wherein I get on the train for 40 minutes to go downtown to my office. Meaning, I have to leave the house at like 7:15-7:30 to make it to work on time at 9:00. The ride downtown on the train is not so bad. I sit there, sip my Starbuck's, read the paper or my book and just chill. It's actually starting to grow on me a little...but not much and very slowly. However, driving to said train station at 7:30 in the morning is BRUTAL. It's ELEVEN MILES and it takes 30 minutes! Are you friggin kidding me with this sh**!?!? Get your tired, mascara-applying, greasy sausage biscuit-eating, cell phone-chatting, no driving a** off the effing highway! I would probably have better luck taking the access roads as oppossed to 75 S, but this idea makes me a little uneasy. You just never know which route will take longer.

So, after 4 days of raising my chances tenfold of having a heart attack at the ripe old age 28, I decided to drive to work. Bad idea. I left at 7:30 and arrive in the parking lot about a block from my office at 8:45! UGH! By the way, it's about 30 miles or so...yeah. Of course, this was no ordinary day. It was raining off and on all the way to work. I was traveling down 75 S and I've heard that Texans can't really drive in the rain. This is oh so very true. Foolishly, I thought the gods smiled on me for a brief moment, but in reality it was a nasty trick. As I get out of my car and start digging in my enormous bag for some cash to feed into the City of Dallas' pocketbook ($7 per day for**), it starts DOWNPOURING. CRAP! My perfectly coifed hair, super sheek new blouse and incredibly unforgiving shoes are going to be ruined for the day. Perfect. I dig my umbrella out of my bag and save about 70% of my hair. "I sure hope I remembered a hair**," I say to myself. The bottom 6 inches of my jeans were soaked and my shoes were just sad....I don't have anything more to say about the state of my poor Nine West clearance sale was a sad day for my beloveds. I slosh into my office and some a-hole has jacked the air conditioner down to a frigid -12 degrees. Thanks. So, now I'm pissed off about the unruly traffic and it taking me nearly an hour and a half to get 30 miles, my hair is ruined, my shoes and jeans are dripping wet, and now I'm cold. Frick!

LUCKILY, for everyone that was around me that morning/afternoon, it was Friday. I do better on Friday's, as I suspect most do. And, I got invited to have a beer after work, which was just what I needed after a day like that. For the cherry-topper, I was impatiently awaiting the arrival of Kim, my BFF from Arkansas, to come visit me during her vacation.

Of course, Kim arrived in due time late Friday night and the happy hour beers I had were exactly what I needed to take the edge off my day.

I did a lot of cursing that day...welcome to Texas.

1 comment:

Quattro Stelle said...

Dallas traffic is everything that is soulless and wrong. I guess I won't complain about how I had to take a construction detour on my way to work that doubled my commute time from two minutes to four. Cold office? My space heater is now on top of my desk.
Hang in there!