9.07.2007
I hate my boss.
I've had it with my job.
I now have 6 months to get my ass in gear and find a new job before I turn 30.
Optimistically, I'm there until December and give my two weeks' notice around 12/15.
Pessimistically, I'm there until Easter with no way out, short of murdering my boss and pleading insanity.
It won't come to murder/insanity, but I'm quickly reaching my breaking point.
I've had it with my job.
I now have 6 months to get my ass in gear and find a new job before I turn 30.
Optimistically, I'm there until December and give my two weeks' notice around 12/15.
Pessimistically, I'm there until Easter with no way out, short of murdering my boss and pleading insanity.
It won't come to murder/insanity, but I'm quickly reaching my breaking point.
9.05.2007
Did I Mention . . . Reason #1,000,001 Why I Hate My Commute?
So, today, there was a nasty car fire on the southbound 'Pike, just south of my on-exit, in my preferred section (cars only) of the highway.
Clearing this car fire probably shut down the southbound traffic for a while, judging by the backup. All the way to my on-exit's toll plaza.
Ordinarily, when this happens it's a madhouse and today was no exception.
What was different, however, was the second asshole in a truck who nearly ran into my car on my way up to the toll plaza, where I slammed on my horn and flipped him the bird. . .and then cut across my path from the right on his way to the northbound highway, on the left, all the while gesturing about how he was going to snap me in two.
Apparently, it's my fault that he almost hit me.
As far as I could tell, he wasn't paying attention to me because he was too busy tailgating the minivan (with NY plates) that nearly broadsided me on the way up to the toll plaza. Twice.
I hate driving.
I hate the 'Pike.
I loathe out of state drivers.
I despise minivans.
And I really, really, really hate trucks.
So, today, there was a nasty car fire on the southbound 'Pike, just south of my on-exit, in my preferred section (cars only) of the highway.
Clearing this car fire probably shut down the southbound traffic for a while, judging by the backup. All the way to my on-exit's toll plaza.
Ordinarily, when this happens it's a madhouse and today was no exception.
What was different, however, was the second asshole in a truck who nearly ran into my car on my way up to the toll plaza, where I slammed on my horn and flipped him the bird. . .and then cut across my path from the right on his way to the northbound highway, on the left, all the while gesturing about how he was going to snap me in two.
Apparently, it's my fault that he almost hit me.
As far as I could tell, he wasn't paying attention to me because he was too busy tailgating the minivan (with NY plates) that nearly broadsided me on the way up to the toll plaza. Twice.
I hate driving.
I hate the 'Pike.
I loathe out of state drivers.
I despise minivans.
And I really, really, really hate trucks.
