The commute from motherfucking hell.
I’ve been doing it for 13 years, since I was 23. THIRTEEN YEARS. Unfortunately I 1) love my job and 2) must stay in my city because it’s where my son is settled. It can take me two hours, each way, to get from my office to my son’s school. On weeks I don’t have him I just work long days to try and avoid what has evolved into, over the years, a traffic nightmare. Every day is a study in not running myself off the road.
My only options are finding a job in town that will most certainly pay less and be infinitely less awesome, or striking out on my own. But I am finding that the older I get, the less energy I have after that long-ass drive. I can’t motivate myself to do anything. I’m just so tired.
And with that I will end my vent and feeling sorry for myself.