Choosing a Job With a Short Commute
Warning!!! Save the long trips for vacations! Avoid long commutes at all costs!!!!!
Whether driving, taking the bus or the train, here is where the voices in my head, along with my alleged sense of well being become unbearably undefined.
What did I do? What should I have done? What did I say? Why did I really say that? What the hell was I thinking? Maybe they took it the wrong way? What will happen if I do this? Or that?
Really, there should be some kind of mental law for making your own self crazy. And it all probably stems from my underwear being too tight. I guess the extra apple pie wasn’t quite worth it.
So, after the long commute, by the time I get to work, I am a quivering mess of indecision, insecurity and anxiousness. Might even be sweating a little. Hope nobody notices. I’ll keep my sweater on. Does that make me look fat? Do I smell? STOP IT….. I can’t….sorry….
If you must commute, might I suggest bringing an Ipod. You know that new invention that sent the walkman out to technology pasture? Even though mine still works. I think it is called a classic now. Anyway, it is better that you listen to music (however you can) and imagine yourself dancing a perfectly choreographed, slow, sultry, grinding routine with Mario Lopez on Dancing with the Stars…oh sorry, is that just me? than the mental battle and dueling forces within your own head.
There is never a winner in this fight trust me.
If you do not have an Ipod, read a book but whatever you do, don’t start a conversation with the person next to you who is trying to sleep or is busy with their respective voices. You start a whole chain of morning commute rage by taking this course.
You may not feel the brunt of it but guess who does? The victims’ co-workers and who knows, they might even continue to spread the a.m. rage onto the p.m. trip back home with some unsuspecting think-they-can-sleep commuter.
That will start a whole other chain.
Don’t do it!
Leave people alone!
If you must talk, and some people are just natural born Yakers, sporting a cloak disguised as friendliness, just can’t help themselves.
Quietly sniff out your own kind.
You are easy to spot.
Check out the ones looking around dying to make eye contact with someone.
Look around….Keep looking….not him…not he… Ah…there a mutual roll of the eyes at the lady snoring next to you.
Perfect.
You have found a soul mate.
