I stayed home from work yesterday, ’cause I was sick. It’s a rare turn of events, my friends. I almost never call off, but did yesterday. Tuesday night I didn’t feel great, and yesterday I felt even worse. The moment I opened my eyes I knew I was in for a challenging day. And it was blecch. But, I went to bed at 8:30 last night and slept until 7:30 this morning, and feel a lot better. Not perfect, but better.
But, even though I was in the throes of illness, I recorded the Thursday episode of the podcast. It’s slightly abbreviated, but I got ‘er done. The show must go on. Or something.
And speaking of calling off, what do you call it? I hear all manner of variations on that phrase. Mine, of course, is the correct one. But what do they call it in your neck of the woods? Calling in, calling out, calling up, calling all cars? What?
I’m off again tomorrow, but it’s scheduled. It’s Toney’s and the younger youngling’s birthdays. And we always go out to dinner. Seafood, generally. I’m not a fan, but I don’t really have a say in it. Hopefully, they’ll have something barely seafood, like fish ‘n’ chips. We’ll see. I think we’re going to Cooper’s. Fun place, but I don’t really enjoy grazing off the ocean floor, etc. Maybe I’ll have the blowfish cutlets or the stingray casserole? Perhaps a large basket of popcorn seahorse? I’m sure I can find something.
And I was just thinking… Even though I have what many (including myself) would consider a long commute to work, it’s one of my shorter ones. In both distance and travel time.
In Atlanta we foolishly moved outside the perimeter — which is interstate 285 — and our ride to work was instantly horrendous. I mean… it took forty minutes to even get to the highway. Then it was another half-hour from there. It sucked all the ass. Atlanta had the worst traffic of anyplace I’ve lived, and that includes Los Angeles. (Over an hour)
In L.A. we had to buy way out in the desert, to be able to afford a house. The house and the neighborhood were fine. but the commute was unpredictable. Some days I could just cruise on in, and others I’d be left sitting with my car in park while listening to Cheap Trick and shouting “C’mon, you fuckers!” over and over again. (about an hour)
Here, I was originally working in Olyphant, which isn’t too far away. But now I work south of Wilkes-Barre, which is. It’s roughly 36 miles each way, mostly on the Devil’s Parkway, interstate 81. That highway is ridiculous. There’s construction 365 days per year… a metric shitload of tractor trailers traveling wildly different speeds… and “heavy loads” that frequently include houses, helicopters, carnival rides, massive windmill propellors, airplanes, ten thousand tightly-compacted chickens, military equipment, and did I mention houses? goddamn houses??…. (about 40 minutes)
The best commutes were a thousand years ago. When I worked at Fas-Chek, a grocery store in WV. I just walked over there; you could see it from our kitchen window. And when I was at Peaches Records in Greensboro, I lived in an apartment about a half-mile from work. This is very old, but you can see some of the places I’ve lived. Not sure why the Google Street View was so washed-out and shitty back then, but whatever.
What’s your commute like? Toney works from home, so she just walks down the hall. Mine is lengthy, as usual. The thing is, though… I don’t really mind it. As long as I’m moving, I find it relaxing. I like to listen music or the radio, and just spend some rare time alone.
What do you have on this one? What was your longest commute, and your shortest? Or… best or worst for some other reason? Use the comments link to bring us up to date on it.
And I’m calling it a day, my friends.
Have a great weekend!|
I’ll be back on Monday.