It's been awhile since I bitched about my traffic woes. Well, here it goes:
Today has been a crappy day. Izzie was dry heaving (and sometimes throwing up bile) all night, so I had to get up with her and give her half a Pepto and then rub her belly and throat to make the heaves stop. It was FANTASTIC. Apparently, this could be an allergy or her stomach could just be upset. In any respect, I've been up since 3 a.m. At 4, I looked up online to see if I should take today off to take her to the vet, and most things I read say "it's just an upset stomach," but one says "my dog did this and died from a tumor two days later."
Great. Way to make me feel better and kill any chance of me getting back to sleep. Thanks a lot.
Anyway, the Pepto really seemed to do the trick and Izzie has been vomit free since 4:30.
I go through the normal morning rituals and all of that is fine. It's when I leave the house and get in the left hand turn lane and Myrtle and Longden that things start to go south. Now, mind you, I'm exhausted at this point. I've had only three hours of sleep. I'm in the left hand turn lane and three cars go at the first green light. No time for me, so I'm at the front of the lane now. Three cars line up behind me. A woman in a GIANT SUV pulls out of the gas station and is next to me. Okay, fine...she's going straight.
Wrong.
Woman then maneuvers her way in front of me, sideways. So, now she's screwing me over, blocking the crosswalk, and confusing the crap out of the rest of the drivers on the road. Is she going to do a U-turn? What the hell is her problem? And does she really feel that entitled to cut in front of me instead of going to the back of the line at a light that two or three cars max can get through? That hardly seems fair. But okay. Whatever. Then the light turns green. It takes her forever to straighten up to, yeah, turn left. She blocks oncoming traffic, which slows down the whole process. When she's finally straightened out, the light turns yellow and the oncoming traffic stops. But she doesn't go.
(Honestly, it took all of my self control not to ram into her huge ass car with my tiny Civic. I knew if I did, the consequences would be bad and not worth the instant gratification.)
She waits until the light is red and then goes. Basically, she fucks us all over. I was pissed, so I went anyway. I was out in the intersection, so I'm thinking this is legal. I speed up so she can see me, roll down the window, and give her the finger.
I continue on my way. I get to my next left turn and it's a pleasant experience. Then I see that traffic is not moving because the signal up ahead is out. As I roll along going less than 5 mph, I see a bloody pile of something on the sidewalk. Of course, I stare and try to figure out what it is. Is that? Yep. It's a decapitated cat. Wonderful.
I get passed the bad signal and go along for awhile with no problem. Then things slow down again because the right lane is closed for road work. People don't want to let me over, but I've had it up to my eyeballs and move over anyway. If they have a problem with it, I don't care.
I get all the way to the office building door from my parking spot and realize I forgot my badge in the car. I can't get in without it, so I have to go back for it. Because it took me an extra 5 minutes to do this, I get to my desk 15 minutes late.
I'm so tired, I'm not sure how my eyes are still open. And I cry for a little bit.
