It is just past 8:30 p.m. and I finally got home from work 20 minutes ago, after leaving the office at 4:30 (because I unexpectedly had to work over an hour late yesterday). First, I spent 1-1/2 hours in total gridlock trying to get to Highway 99 just north of the Battery Street Tunnel that dumps out onto the Alaskan Way Viaduct, which is my typical horrific route home. BUT, there had been a serious accident on the Viaduct so the Battery Street Tunnel was closed. They were rerouting traffic onto Denny Way, which meant I was LOST, for the most part. (No, I do not know my way around Seattle aside from my familiar route). We are talking a couple of miles from the office, and it took 1-1/2 hours for that reroute back in the direction of the office where I parked in the lot and headed up because I HAD TO PEE!!! All of the side-streets around the office were entirely clogged. My phone battery charge was on its last legs and I couldn’t get to my office computer because that part of the office was locked (and they’ve never given me a key) where I could connect to my phone charger. I was hoping the janitorial staff would arrive and unlock that area, but they were obviously stuck in traffic. I kept peering out the office windows from 5 floors up and I could see the gridlock sprawled forever. I was so depressed. Plus, there was one employee there working and he kept bitching about the “liberals” causing traffic congestion. Right. Because the “conservatives” are so willing to pay for infrastructure improvements. Gag me.
I couldn’t use my phone’s GPS anymore because of the battery drain. But I decided to leave the office, because there was nothing I could do there without access to my computer (plus the employee guy was giving me the creeps). Over another 1-1/2 hours later, I finally pulled into the driveway (again having to PEEEEEEE!)
What a nightmare. I came unglued. I am so sick to death of my job and the commute and my idiot boss and the constant, week-after-week, day-after-day, feeling such rage and disgust and loathing. This is a week I’ve been dreading anyway, and then THIS.
Asshat Chucklehead dumped an intern on me the same week he had the “marketing” person from our Denver office (who knows nothing about marketing) fly up for “training.” And I have two proposals due this Friday. Zero time for training. And Asshat Chucklehead was nowhere to be found today.
I. Fucking. Hate. This.
