Sunday's Suck
I utterly detest Sundays. For the past 10 years, I've worked quite a distance away from where I've lived. The consequence has been an unwanted commute. For the first 5-6 years, I had a three hour one way commute. I'd drive home late on Thursday nights and leave on Mondays so as to avoid the rush hour, get in around 11 a.m. and work late into the evening. Consequently, I spent 4 nights at home although I'd work 4 days at the office.
These past 5 years or so, I've driven into LA on Sunday nights because frankly, getting up at 4 a.m. and turning a 3 hour communute into a 4 or 5 hour commute is not something that even remotely sounds good. I moved to the Palm Springs area a year and a half ago. This has shaved an hour off the commute in the best of circumstances. I started driving home on Friday mornings because I can never tell whether it's going to be a 2 hour or 4 hour drive home on Thurs. Sundays are the worst.
Every dufus in the world is out on Sunday evenings and now that it's the holiday season traffic is even worse. To top it off, Sunday nights can turn into an involuntary alone night.
Hey, I like time alone. I frickin' love it. But it's one thing to spend it alone by choice and another by design. I hate maybes and I particularly detest my foul moods around this kind of stuff. I really need to be more social to avoid Sunday foo, but that would involve driving because everything in LA involves driving, which is some of what makes Sunday's suck.
I've managed to create a situation that I'm not spending any time to change and yet spending time to complain about which I utterly detest in others and therefore abhor in myself. ::breathe:: . . . tomorrow is another day.
These past 5 years or so, I've driven into LA on Sunday nights because frankly, getting up at 4 a.m. and turning a 3 hour communute into a 4 or 5 hour commute is not something that even remotely sounds good. I moved to the Palm Springs area a year and a half ago. This has shaved an hour off the commute in the best of circumstances. I started driving home on Friday mornings because I can never tell whether it's going to be a 2 hour or 4 hour drive home on Thurs. Sundays are the worst.
Every dufus in the world is out on Sunday evenings and now that it's the holiday season traffic is even worse. To top it off, Sunday nights can turn into an involuntary alone night.
Hey, I like time alone. I frickin' love it. But it's one thing to spend it alone by choice and another by design. I hate maybes and I particularly detest my foul moods around this kind of stuff. I really need to be more social to avoid Sunday foo, but that would involve driving because everything in LA involves driving, which is some of what makes Sunday's suck.
I've managed to create a situation that I'm not spending any time to change and yet spending time to complain about which I utterly detest in others and therefore abhor in myself. ::breathe:: . . . tomorrow is another day.