Well, here it is the second week of that God-awful commute shit. Though *I* don’t have to drive it or ride it, it still sucks royal ass.
No longer do I have the few hours of company at night, no more knowing within 15 minutes of when he’ll be home for the night either.

You’d think in this day and age that traffic planners would have a handle on getting major metro areas and their commute routes to be less of an ass pain. But you’d be wrong. Seems very little planning went into it. It doesn’t help that a lot of drivers are fucking idiots that can’t fucking drive if the weather is rainy, too sunny and all hell breaks loose if there’s snow or ice.
One would assume if you live in the Pacific Northwest and have at least two damn brain cells you can drive in any weather here. Hell, even if you’re a transplant to the area, you should be able to grasp the learning how to drive here stuff after a few years or a full season of weather. But no, apparently after people get their driver liscense they forget everything they were tested on and drive like old people fuck.. (before Viagra came along). Or else when they were tested they were some semi-cute little broad with big tits no bra and lots of cleavage that magically passed the test ’cause the instructor was too busy tit-gazing to do their damn job.
Whatever the reason, people need to figure out how to drive here.

Of course if there were more companies that telecommuted, did 4/10 work weeks, or gave their employees kudos for carpooling to make a commute less of a pain in the ass and less of a log-jam on the roads, that’d help too.
Not to mention it’d help the environment and reduce the oil usage that many of the tree huggin’ latte loving hippie wanna-be’s bitch about but actually *do* very little about unless the “issue” is right up their ass or they see a bandwagon they can jump on to be like the dufus next door (or the twat that’s so against eating animals but she’ll spend $45 on a cup of coffee and have no problem throwing away the container as there’s no bottle bill in Wa state.)
So much for forward thinkers, huh? Even Oregon, whom many Washingtonians like to think of as a backward state *has * a bottle bill.
But people here are too tight-assed to pass one. They may have to spend an extra few dollars to save the Earth they so claim to want to save but won’t give up Their luxuries to do so. To them I say a big “screw you.” and your hippie wanna-be ways. Poseurs.

But hopefully, this long-assed commute crap won’t be for too long. Hopefully we’ll get a place closer to the workplace and avoid a lot of the on the road with morons time. But it can’t be too soon for those doing it, I’m sure.
Not that I’m looking forward to leaving the Island. I’m not. Don’t even want to. I’m just trying to make the best of it and go from there.
After all it’ll shorten commute time, be closer to other things and a few more choices of take-out places. If ya know me, ya know I’m not one for socializing with other ‘hens’ or being buddy-buddy with the neighbors.
Most people suck nowadays and ya can’t trust them not to use anything ya tell/share with them against you at a future date if it suits their needs or interest. To borrow a few words from Pearl Jam “I’d rather be with an animal”.

Call me anti-social, snobbish or whatever. I’ll keep to myself as I’ve nothing to prove nor anyone to impress by being a social butterfly. I don’t need to prove to anyone I exist.
If ya know me, great, if ya don’t-get to know me through my blog.
It’ll probably turn out that I’m far too blunt and too politically incorrect for “Polite Company”, and ya won’t want me to be in your vicinity or gathering. I’m not known for holding my tongue.
If you’re being rude, I’ll tell ya, if ya stink I’ll tell ya that too.
I’ll be me. If ya like me, great, if not, that’s ok too, as long as ya base it on who I am not who you think I should be or act.

So, though I’m tending to things at home while waiting for the workday and commute to be over with for one more day and hoping the end of commute hell is not too far off, I can take or leave the upcoming city life and it’s “pluses”.
It won’t make that much difference to me.
As long as I have my critters, my guy, my few friends and hobbies, I’ll be fine. As I am quite content with that. Afterall it’s the small things in life that matter and make life matter the most.
And if you find that backward, so-last century or a bit too old fashioned-Fuck you, and that SUV you rode in on.

p.s FUCKIN’ LEARN HOW TO DRIVE!