Bad Habits

Ugh. That's the only way that I can describe it. I get home from work and it takes me an hour and a half to unwind. I don't want to do anything except sleep. I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to eat. I don't want to do anything at all. I lie on the couch and try to just calm down.

Ugh. I hate the traffic on the way home from work. Why is everyone in such a hurry to get home? Is their supper going to spoil? Is someone dying at their house? Does little junior have to be picked up from some after school activity? What is so important that they have to make my ride home miserable?

Everyone seems to release their tension on the ride home from work. I can go faster than you. Look I'm middle aged and have a really cool sports car to make up for the fact that I am getting old and can't deal with it. Watch as I pass the next string of cars and then brake behind the gridlock up ahead.

Get a grip people. In the big picture your job means squat. Your car means squat. Your business clothes mean squat. Your car phone means squat. You mean squat.

There really is something to be said for working an off hour schedule. When I was working second and third shift, I missed out on all of this fun. Mostly I saw it from a very different perspective.

Then as I was lying on the couch in my shutdown mode, I remembered that I have Thursday and Friday off this week. Tomorrow is Friday for me. I am saved. Insert sigh here.

The rant located above was written shortly after I pulled myself out of shutdown mode. I guess that I had a bad day. Here I am a few hours later and I am feeling much better. It was a long day at work and I seemed to get very little accomplished. The day was so mindless. Oh well life goes on.

I'm always disappointed in myself when I let things that really don't matter get to me. Not being able to stay up late has made things worse. I miss having my quiet time at midnight. Actually I was awake at midnight last night. It was great. The moon was shining and it was cold outside.

Winter is coming. I could really tell when I was driving to work this morning. The sky looks different when it is cold. It seems more clear. The clouds are more imposing. I like it.

As much as I complain about the drive from work, mass transit is not an option for me. Just like most Americans, I love my car.

The trip to Minneapolis has been postponed until December.