May 10, 2016 06:16
It’s only been a month and I’m already thinking that the commute into Boston is too much. I’m 30 miles from the office. It takes me about 45 minutes to drive in on a weekend. The bus schedule says it should take anywhere between an hour and an hour and a half to get into the city, depending on when you leave.
But with traffic this week, it’s been taking two hours to make the trip. Which means I’m spending four hours commuting into the city to work for eight hours. Which is way too much of my life wasted on sitting on a bus.
I can tell that some of the bus drivers use a traffic app to try to find the best route into the city. Sometimes they chat with their regular passengers about it. One of our lady drivers last week even started out trip by mentioning on the PA that traffic was bad, but she was going to do her best to avoid it.
But not all the drivers seem to have figured out that traffic apps exist. Last night we were parked on 93 North, until we finally inched past a huge puddle of fire extinguisher foam on the side of the road. No sign of the cars, tow trucks, or rescue vehicles, which meant that the car fire had happened long before (and if he’s checked any kind of traffic app we could have taken 128 to route 3 instead and avoided the backup). I think this is the same driver we had last Thursday, who seemed to have had a brain fart and inexplicably drove us on out to the airport (the bus coming SOUTH goes to the airport after South Station, but we were going NORTH). It was a 20 minute detour that didn’t seem to do anything but waste time, traffic through Boston wasn’t that heavy that day, so I don’t know what the heck he thought he was doing. But I was having conniptions because I had a massage appointment and couldn’t afford to be 20 minutes late because my driver forgot which way he was supposed to be driving.
I need to talk to my boss today about our work from home policy.
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