Everyone's Lost But Me
Traffic was horrendous today. I left Niles around 11:30 and did not get to my exit near home until 2:15. Absolutely brutal. I say "exit" because I did end up where I would have had I stayed on the expressway, but I got off right over the border because traffic was moving at 1 mph and it took me twenty minutes to to travel one mile.
When I did get off the expressway, as if commanded by some higher power, every other thing that happened seemed to be intentional and put there to impede my progress. This happened all the way till I got to Panera by my actual exit, where I wanted to grab some food. And then after, when I ran into the store and headed home. No matter which turn I took or what road I was on, someone was always there to get in front of me and drive as slow as humanly possible. Slower than the speed limit. Slower than a fucking snail.
I got home and I was about ready to put my fist through the wall. Mainly because one of the slow driving pricks made me miss a light because he was literally driving ten miles under the speed limit, but was turning right. Yet, he didn't get in the right turn lane, he hung in the driving lane halfway down just to make sure I got the light. And then he did this little hand wave to me as he went by. I swear to fucking god, I remember his car and his license plate and I will find him again some day.
Then I had to deal with the CFO at the Meat Packer and his cryptic responses to my texts over some dumb user issue. A user says he couldn't connect remotely. I can connect to his machine just fine, which means it's not his machine at the office, it's likely some moronic user error. Like maybe his wireless at home is down or he hasn't rebooted his machine in 50 weeks. Anyway you slice it, it's the dumb user's fault. But, now I need to play this email game where I have to wait for this idiot to get back to me. And he only ever seems to respond to emails around 11:00 at night. And I no longer spend my evenings checking my phone for these helpless users like I did ten years ago. If he can't respond during my normal work hours, he'll hear back from me whenever he does.
I am done with work, and I am done with this week. Though I should hang onto it as long as possible, because if this sale with the Meat Packer does go through my life is likely going to be a living fucking hell the rest of the summer.
When I did get off the expressway, as if commanded by some higher power, every other thing that happened seemed to be intentional and put there to impede my progress. This happened all the way till I got to Panera by my actual exit, where I wanted to grab some food. And then after, when I ran into the store and headed home. No matter which turn I took or what road I was on, someone was always there to get in front of me and drive as slow as humanly possible. Slower than the speed limit. Slower than a fucking snail.
I got home and I was about ready to put my fist through the wall. Mainly because one of the slow driving pricks made me miss a light because he was literally driving ten miles under the speed limit, but was turning right. Yet, he didn't get in the right turn lane, he hung in the driving lane halfway down just to make sure I got the light. And then he did this little hand wave to me as he went by. I swear to fucking god, I remember his car and his license plate and I will find him again some day.
Then I had to deal with the CFO at the Meat Packer and his cryptic responses to my texts over some dumb user issue. A user says he couldn't connect remotely. I can connect to his machine just fine, which means it's not his machine at the office, it's likely some moronic user error. Like maybe his wireless at home is down or he hasn't rebooted his machine in 50 weeks. Anyway you slice it, it's the dumb user's fault. But, now I need to play this email game where I have to wait for this idiot to get back to me. And he only ever seems to respond to emails around 11:00 at night. And I no longer spend my evenings checking my phone for these helpless users like I did ten years ago. If he can't respond during my normal work hours, he'll hear back from me whenever he does.
I am done with work, and I am done with this week. Though I should hang onto it as long as possible, because if this sale with the Meat Packer does go through my life is likely going to be a living fucking hell the rest of the summer.