As some of you know, I recently started a new job with a new company. While I have plenty of observational posts to write at a later date, I’d like to talk about my least favorite thing about my new job right now.
I was super spoiled at my last job. I had a six-mile commute, which I was allowed to make after rush-hour because my manager was uber-flexible and approved my request to work out in the mornings and head into the office around 9 (or what ended up happening: 9:30-10). Because of this arrangement, my commute was about 10 minutes, sometimes longer if I hit the stoplights at the wrong time. My drive home was a little longer, usually clocking in at 15-ish minutes. It was a dream. A dream that now feels so far away.
With my new job, my commute is about 13 miles. I’m supposed to be in the office around 8, and because I’ve been having a hard time waking up early, I usually end up leaving my place around 7:30, which appears to be the exact time rush-hour starts in my area. My commute when leaving around 7:30 ranges anywhere from 35 minutes to 60 minutes (I’m hoping the 60-minute thing was due to the recent snowstorm and not a regular thing). Anyway, sitting on a highway, going less than 15 miles per hour for 25 minutes, then going 60 for about a quarter of a mile, only to slow down again and sit, is incredibly irritating. My drive home is even worse. According to Google’s traffic estimator, I would have to leave my office at 2:45 in order to not experience exceptionally annoying delays in traffic. Since I leave around 5:30, my drive home is — at a minimum — 45 minutes. Forty-five minutes to go 13 miles. I’m sure there are people who have worse stories than that and don’t feel an ounce of pity for me, but it’s all relative.
To combat this issue, I’ve started working out at our office’s gym a couple nights a week. When I’m done with my workout between 6:45 or 7, I enjoy a nearly traffic-free drive home. On the nights I don’t work out, I’m considering bringing my homework for school and finding a quiet conference room to work in until later so that I can drive home in peace.
I really hate the idea of being at the office for almost 11 or 12 hours a day, but it beats sitting in my car for two hours a day. The office conference room chairs aren’t as comfortable as my couch, but they’ll do. Maybe they will help keep me from wanting to nap while reading my epidemiology textbook…or I will still fall asleep and the president of our company will find me and alert my manager to my poor work ethic. Either way, it’s better than sitting on 494, going .00003 miles per hour and listening to rap songs that morally repulse me.
I’m keeping my fingers crossed that my Mazda 3 will become a teleporter or that my department gets ordered to move to the Edina/Bloomington office. The teleporter thing would probably be the best for the long-term, and less of an inconvenience for my co-workers.