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Dec. 9th, 2005 08:13 pmFor probably the longest commute so far this year.
School was NOT canceled for my school district. And it wasn't snowing when I left for work, but I leave at gawdawful 5:45 in the a.m. in order to get there at a reasonable 7 a.m. start. So I didn't really hit snow until I was most of the way to school, and it was mostly fluffy stuff until I got off the highway. And of course the day was crazy, with people late or out, students late or out, and host of other things that happen when it snows and your town is one of the few that doesn't call off school. So full day, went by pretty quickly, so didn't really think about the snow until I got out of work at 2:30.
Oh my. After spending 15 minutes shoveling off the car, I find that the windows that I had dusted off now had another full layer on them AGAIN, I decided to just Do It. The parking lot was a disaster area as everyone was trying to get out. I helped push out two cars that were stuck. Yeah, me, the 114 pound one. I keep forgetting how small I am.
Anyway, took another 15 minutes to just get outta the parking lot into a White Out. I couldn't see in front of me, except for red lights. And chugged slowly, ever so slowly out the 5 miles to the highway. All I want to do is get home. Forty five minutes had past by the time that I actually had the highway (Route 128S)in sight. Sigh. So left school at 2:30 and it is now 3:15 and I'm just getting onto the exit ramp. There is no hope, I will not get home before 6, I am sure. But I am determined, that if I can just go slow and steady, leaving room in front of me for bozos and keep going in a straight line, I will survive this.
So trudge, trudge at less than 5 miles an hour, and I keep listening to the radio, talk to people on the phone and realize that I will never get this time back again. People are stalled out in the high speed lanes (okay the all of 5 mile an hour lane at this point) and some are even stalled out in the MIDDLE lane. How the hell do you get stopped and stall in the middle lane!?!?
Grumble, grumble, keep on trudging.
It is 4:40 when I finally hit the sign for Route 95 South 2 miles. It takes my 11 minutes to drive 2 miles. Urgh. I'm finally doing about 25 mph, the fastest I have done so far. Arrgggh. I call my daughter and we chat about the fact that I have been on the road for 2 1/2 hours and am still not home.
Finally, at 5:30, I swing off my exit. All I want to do is be home, with my sweats on and a mike's in hand. So I make a quick pit stop at the packy right around the corner of my house (figured that was a safe bet that if I got stuck, I COULD walk home from there) and finally entered my house at 6 p.m. I am drinking that well earned Mike's lemonade now.
It took 3 and one half hours to get home from work. Maybe work owes me at least two hours for this? :-)
Well, that was longer than I thought it would be......both the post and my commute.
School was NOT canceled for my school district. And it wasn't snowing when I left for work, but I leave at gawdawful 5:45 in the a.m. in order to get there at a reasonable 7 a.m. start. So I didn't really hit snow until I was most of the way to school, and it was mostly fluffy stuff until I got off the highway. And of course the day was crazy, with people late or out, students late or out, and host of other things that happen when it snows and your town is one of the few that doesn't call off school. So full day, went by pretty quickly, so didn't really think about the snow until I got out of work at 2:30.
Oh my. After spending 15 minutes shoveling off the car, I find that the windows that I had dusted off now had another full layer on them AGAIN, I decided to just Do It. The parking lot was a disaster area as everyone was trying to get out. I helped push out two cars that were stuck. Yeah, me, the 114 pound one. I keep forgetting how small I am.
Anyway, took another 15 minutes to just get outta the parking lot into a White Out. I couldn't see in front of me, except for red lights. And chugged slowly, ever so slowly out the 5 miles to the highway. All I want to do is get home. Forty five minutes had past by the time that I actually had the highway (Route 128S)in sight. Sigh. So left school at 2:30 and it is now 3:15 and I'm just getting onto the exit ramp. There is no hope, I will not get home before 6, I am sure. But I am determined, that if I can just go slow and steady, leaving room in front of me for bozos and keep going in a straight line, I will survive this.
So trudge, trudge at less than 5 miles an hour, and I keep listening to the radio, talk to people on the phone and realize that I will never get this time back again. People are stalled out in the high speed lanes (okay the all of 5 mile an hour lane at this point) and some are even stalled out in the MIDDLE lane. How the hell do you get stopped and stall in the middle lane!?!?
Grumble, grumble, keep on trudging.
It is 4:40 when I finally hit the sign for Route 95 South 2 miles. It takes my 11 minutes to drive 2 miles. Urgh. I'm finally doing about 25 mph, the fastest I have done so far. Arrgggh. I call my daughter and we chat about the fact that I have been on the road for 2 1/2 hours and am still not home.
Finally, at 5:30, I swing off my exit. All I want to do is be home, with my sweats on and a mike's in hand. So I make a quick pit stop at the packy right around the corner of my house (figured that was a safe bet that if I got stuck, I COULD walk home from there) and finally entered my house at 6 p.m. I am drinking that well earned Mike's lemonade now.
It took 3 and one half hours to get home from work. Maybe work owes me at least two hours for this? :-)
Well, that was longer than I thought it would be......both the post and my commute.
