Commute from HELL!!!

It took more than a hour to get to work this morning on the Green Line. AN HOUR PLUS!!!!!!!

The propsect of a train commute makes me so frantic in the mornings to try and get a ride with Joseph in the morning. So much so that I will gobble down breakfast practically choking, trip over the stupid dog and then yell at her to get out of the damn kitchen (not to mention her begging makes me want to make dog soup out of her), drop and break glasses and bottles and plates in my frantic pace to get everything done in the morning, even not workout or cut it drastically short, ending up in a daily bad mood - especially bad considering I am not a morning person and I hate FREEKIN MORNINGS to begin with! All just to get a ride into work.

But this morning, Joseph was leaving at 7 and I knew the race was already lost. So I steeled myself and deliberately got into a calmer state of mind, knowing the dreaded train ride was standing between me and work. I guess I could have driven but then I pay $11 to park. Anyway...

It started with a very slow train ride from Coolidge Corner to Kenmore, with extended stopping time at each station. And in the process the train got more and more crowded. Then the train decided to break down at Kenmore. We all got off the train just when another train was coming through, so I managed to squeeze myself in. Then another slower than snails commute to Park Street where I changed to the Red Line. The platform was packed! Then another slow commute to South Station. Thank goodness I only had to go two stops!

So I stayed calm by telling myself that stressing out was not going to make it better. And I knew I didn't have anything to get into work for. My first meeting isn't until 1.

But instead of stressing, I just got pissed! All the wasted minutes of non-productivity. People can barely relate to the fact that I am so busy I can barely return emails or phone calls unless you're on my regular work stream and are on the critical path to my getting something out the door. Or unless you're a close friend who gets it and who I know doesn't want or need anything from me other than a bit of stress relieving banter.

Mondays are always bad. But an hour plus commute? That takes Monday Morning suckage to an entirely new level. And all I can think about were the old days when my commute was an easy 20 minute walk. Alone. WITHOUT PEOPLE!

Sigh... I am going to have to rethink my commute and maybe work from home in the mornings and commute mid-day so it's less crowded. Or work from home more. I don't know what the answer is but iI have to come up with something. As it is, it's going to take a whole day of concerted effort to get pyche back into balance again. And if I can't, then the whole damn week will be off kilter. And if you can't understand that, don't ask because I am not going to explain it. And don't judge unless you walk a mile in my shoes when the whole week from Monday through Friday is nothing but work from the time I get up to the time I get to bed.

No wonder the rat race kills people. It's not work. It's the damn commute!!!