Pockets
No, this is not a reference to one of my favorite Joe Wise songs; however, references to another of his songs will be forthcoming in the color blogs.
Traffic. It’s all about the pockets. We all know this, but it doesn’t keep us from getting zinged over and over.
It’s frustrating sometimes to feel as though you have no control. You could have a perfect plan and still are not able to execute because 1400 other people just happened to also plan a commute at the same time. You might even leave early just to be sure, and then find that 1400 other people also decided to leave early. Dammit. Or worse yet, 1398 of you are sitting on the highway at a dead stop because two of you got in a damn accident. NO CONTROL!
Ok. Frankly, while this is true many many times, it’s also a crafty excuse; albeit not as clever as Tracie’s post on the effect of entropy on her apartment. Anyone who knows me well knows that I’m usually late. I’m not the person who is 45 minutes late, but five to 10 pretty regularly. This can have a tragic effect on my morning drive, especially.
When the highway closed, I changed my hours from 8:30 to 5:00 to 7:45 to 4:15. I thought I might be very clever with the quarter hour thing. And it seems as though I am, WHEN I leave my apartment at the proper time, which would be about 7:05 to 7:10. But once I hit 7:15 and after, I’m screwed. I’m stuck in the 8:00 crowd. There will be no cruising onto 270. This morning I walked out of my apartment at 7:17ish and then had to scrape a little. I was 20 minutes late to work. uuuuurrrrgggghhhh!
It’s all about the pockets people. Don’t mess with the pockets or they WILL mess with you!
January 22, 2008 at 9:04 am
AARRRGGHHH those pockets! I’m totally with you on this one. It’s a game I play every morning.
For me, it’s not so much the pockets on the interstate. My pockets are much smaller…consisting of maybe only 30 or 40 people. The problem I run into is on the side streets on my way to the interstate. It’s a big game as to whether or not I’m going to hit all the GREEN lights…or the RED lights.
It’s the only reason I like working on holidays. Cause the roads are clear.
January 22, 2008 at 9:29 am
I absolutely agree. I have to be at work at 8:30. If I leave by 8:10, I can be up to 10 minutes early. 8:15 and I’m almost guaranted to be 10 minutes late. Bah.
January 23, 2008 at 1:17 pm
That was the story of my life when I lived in South St. Louis. Now that I’m in Maryland Heights, it’s not so bad. (Especially since they made Hwy 70 four lanes wide…)