Commuter Musings

If we’re gchat friends, you know that a few weeks ago I was obsessing over a rose gold bow ring. Welp, check it:

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Ring: $23
Shipping: $1.50
Happiness every time I glance at my hand: Priceless

Love it? GET YOUR OWN!

In other news, my blogger exchange package is IN THE MAIL. I love being early for things.

Speaking of which, I’ve told you guys how I’m always early, right? Like, for everything. (I really hope I haven’t already told you this story, because I’m probably about to tell it the exact same way, but I tried searching through my blog for the term “always early” and came up with nothing, so if you’ve read this one before, feel free to spend a few seconds admiring my ring and then carry on your business.)

I credit/blame my dad. Punctuality is a big thing with him. Late = rude. And I have to admit, I feel the same way. (Though whether it’s nature or nuture is yet to be seen.)

Ergo, I’m always early.

The hubster, on the other hand, not so much. Last night we were lounging around when he mentioned that I always get to work about half an hour before I have to get there.

I do it because I like not feeling rushed. In fact, I hate feeling rushed. Plus, it gives me time to stop for coffee if I want to. And it lets me get a jump start on things before other people in the office ask me for stuff. And because I’m always early, my supervisor is more likely to let me have time off when I ask. It’s really a brilliant system.

So it works for me. The only downside to being perpetually early is that when you are late (for reasons beyond your control), it throws off your whole day. Not pleasant.

But the point is, this year my blogger exchange package will NOT be late. And I hope Dusty loves it!

Quick: What is the worst way to start out the morning:

A. Oversleeping
B. Getting in a car accident
C. Awaking one morning from uneasy dreams to find yourself transformed in your bed into a gigantic insect
D. All of the above

Obviously, the answer is D, but B is the only one that happened to me today. (C is just thrown in there to make sure we all keep perspective.)

Welp, I guess it has to happen to everyone sooner or later. I got in a little accident this morning.

To my parents: I’M OKAY. I AM NOT INJURED. I AM NOT DEAD. I AM A LITTLE RATTLED BUT OKAY.

To everyone else: Hoo-sha. Seriously, I am okay. It wasn’t even that scary because it happened pretty quickly and then it was over. (That’s what she said.)

Obviously I’m trying to keep in good spirits.

I was about to merge on to the entrance ramp to a highway when a car stopped fairly short in front of me. The area is always really congested, so I wasn’t going very fast and was able to stop. Unfortunately, the car behind me was not so fortunate. (Or, depending how you look at it, I was not so fortunate.)

The real victim here is Benny. Poor, poor Benny. His once gorgeous backside (seriously, baby got back) is now marred with a foot-long crack in the bumper. Le sigh.

Now I have to go get estimates in the next couple of days, see if the guy who hit me would rather pay out of pocket or go through insurance, and then proceed accordingly within five days.

You can tell it wasn’t too serious of an accident because my biggest gripe is how much time all of that is going to take.

In all seriousness, I’m very glad it wasn’t any more traumatic. And I really appreciate all of the texts/tweets/etc. asking if I’m okay. You’re all quite swell in my book.

Can you all please share your own fender-bender stories so I can stop feeling like the universe is picking on me?

Morning, lovelies! I am in a great mood today. Why? Well, let me tell you!

First, I found my wedding necklace last night. Remember this pretty thing?

I literally have not been able to find it since we got back from our honeymoon, oh, six months ago. The only thing keeping me from freaking out was my near certainty that it was buried somewhere in the apartment. I even had this vague, dream-like memory of sticking into some kind of bag and thinking, “Yes, this will be a safe way to store this.” And then promptly forgot where this “safe place” was.

In short, I’m an idiot.

Well, last night I decided to buckle down and root out the sucker if it killed me. Fortunately, it really only took looking in about four places. Turns out I had decided the Coach bag looked the safest. Brilliant.

The point is, it’s found and happily mine, and I’m even wearing it today. Go me.

The second thing that’s making me happy? Well, I should start by telling you that I’m currently on a train en route for the city.

I know what you’re thinking: WiggaWHA?!?

And trust me, no one is more surprised than I am. But my reason for venturing back into Manhattan is tri-fold, two of which are exciting.

The first exciting thing is this: I’m going to be in Glamour magazine.

Crazy, right? I can’t disclose the specifics, but suffice to say I had to write a little essay to be selected, and I did, and I was.

I’m planning to post my little essay here after the article comes out, just because I’m not sure if they’ll use any of it. And, you know, don’t wanna scoop myself (or Glamour). You might have to wait a bit, though, because the article is for the January issue. Ahh magazine schedules…

I’m also going into the city for a work thing. Less exciting, but still a nice change of scenery.

And thirdly, I’m going into the city to see a reading of my friend Kevin‘s musical murder mystery. He wrote, scored, and directed it. It’s just as impressive as it sounds.

The hubster is actually coming into the city to meet me for the third thing, so we’ll make a nice little date night out of it. And you KNOW I love an excuse for a date night.

So there you have it. All the reasons I’m in a good mood. Here’s hoping the day lives up to the hype!

So, in case you were wondering, I’m usually home from work at about 5:30 these days.

I. KNOW.

I’m getting used to the commute. The hubs gave me a cord last night that allows me to plug my iPod into Benny, and I finally got around to downloading the music that Susan regularly sends to my inbox, so this morning’s drive was blissfully free of the radio.

Does anyone else hate the radio these days? Seriously, I hate just about every song playing right now. I didn’t used to. But, you know. Radio.

Things I realized this morning thanks to my new tunes:

1. My husband is the best. We keep this lime green magnetic clip on our front door so we can put things there that we can’t forget to take to work with us (we’re both kind of forgetful…I’ve forgotten to bring a check to set up my direct deposit every day for the last seven work days). Last night he gave me the previously mentioned cord for my iPod, and I put it on the coffee table thinking, “Pu-shaw, of course I’ll remember it there! It’s on top of my iPod! How could I forget both things??!”

Joey, however, knew better. As I was halfway out the door (sans iPod AND cord), I noticed that he had clipped the cord in the clip. Causing me to remember the iPod and leave the house with both things. He rules.

2. I love Augustana. My favorite band has officially been Snow Patrol for a while, but now I think it’s a tie. I always love it when one of their songs comes on, but now I’m making it official. Just putting that out there.

3. I am always happier when I can put definitive labels on my life. I like labels. But that’s a post for another time.

4. People in New York are terrible drivers. They just are. I think it’s because NYC used to be a place where there just kind of weren’t traffic laws. And it slowly spread out into the surrounding area. And then even when people were a bit more lawful, it never really stuck. So everyone is just kind of insane. No one signals, people speed and bob and weave into lanes, and you basically have to bully your way in if you want to change lanes yourself. The sad part is I’m pretty sure I will become one of them some day, if only to survive it. (Except for the signaling thing. It’s one of Joey’s pet peeves, and has steadily become one of my pet peeves.)

But anyway. The point is, today’s commute was sponsored by Joey and Susan. Thank you both.

GORSH, who else is tired of hearing bloggers apologize for irregular posting? I mean, unless you are getting PAID to do this (in which case, come on. I hate you enough without you leaving me hanging for five days), then let’s just accept it’s a hobby and move on.

That being said, no more apology posts. EVER. Sorry I’m NOT sorry.

Moving. On.

The biggest difference between taking the LIRR and driving to work (besides EVERYTHING) is that I have to pay attention during my commute.

I’ll clarify.

On the train, you are literally doing everything you can NOT to be aware of your surroundings. Sure, a 700-pound gentleman is practically sweating on you as he drinks beer out of a paper bag, but YOUAREPLAYINGANGRYBIRDSANDLOOKINGOUTTHEWINDOWANDNOTNOTICINGHIMLALALALA…

In the car, if you do that you are dead.

Obviously, the car comes with eight million other positives that outweigh the “oh darn, I have to notice what’s going on around me” negative. But it’s funny how now I have to make an active point of checking Facebook. Or, you know, blogging.

Anyway, the point is that I’ve been trying to think of ways to make my commute more productive. My friend Dana uses her commute to learn Spanish, so right now “learn new language” is at the top of my list. Is there anything else? How do you spend your rush hour time?

Ok, yet again, I hate to even gratify that “tropical storm” with a post after all the trouble it has caused, but I’m just going to get this out of my system and then we’ll never talk about it again.

First of all, I get it. I get why we freak out and give people the worst case scenario and then freak out some more. It’s supposed to be in the interest of the people. We freak so they are warned and perform the corresponding defensive action.

But if I can “get real” with you all, I think we can all agree that even though “warning the masses” is a helpful side effect of the excessive news coverage and widespread exaggeration of the elements, that is not why it happens.

Ratings. Increased viewers. In short, money. Sorry to get all jaded on you, but the reason you’re watching a montage of the destruction of past New York hurricanes is not because they want you to learn. It’s because people will watch images of destruction. And you watching equals more money for them. Plain and simple.

Ok, now that I have gotten that out of the way, let me preface the next tier of my argument with, I know that some people were severely affected, even in New York. A few people died. (Though I have to call shenanigans on blaming the person who died of a heart attack on the hurricane. Unless he died because the wind startled him so dern much, I think that probably had more to do with his lifestyle.) I also understand that it’s stupid to complain that not enough bad things happened.

But seriously? A few people lost power. A couple of trees lost big branches. The basement of our apartment building flooded a little. But that’s really about it for the oh-so-doomed Long Island. Heck, my train was running when I woke up this morning. (Emphasis on the was…more on that later.) Do you know how easy it is to get a LIRR train at the very least delayed? And this storm (because I will not signify it with the word “hurricane”) couldn’t even accomplish that.

Which brings me to the final tier of my argument. I was going to go all middle school and whine about just how useless a weekend storm is. It’s like a blizzard on Friday night. They’re going to clear the streets in time for school on Monday, but it’s still going to cancel Kimberly’s sleepover on Saturday that you’ve been really looking forward to, mom!!

When I woke up this morning, about six train lines were clear and running. The rest were not. Guess which category my train line was?

But that’s not even the worst part.

So I did the right thing: I dragged myself from bed. I got ready. I slugged some coffee. And I got on my train, which was actually exactly on time.

We went one stop.

Let me repeat, I rode the train for ONE STOP before we were “delayed indefinitely” due to signal troubles at the next station.

One. Uno. Une. Less than two yet slightly more than zero.

I may have done enough heavy breathing and “are you kidding me” eyes to be considered excessive.

Which brings me to the present. The part where I’m standing at Massapequa station (in the sunshine) waiting for my husband to come rescue me.

I shouldn’t be complaining — I get to stay home, right? And if it hadn’t happened in the most inconvenient, roundabout way, I wouldn’t be complaining.

But the fact is, it’s still beyond irritating. And as much as I can rationalize why I shouldn’t be that irritated, I am. And it’s my blog, so I can rant if I want to.

Whine, whine, whine.

Ok, I’m officially done. Now of you’ll excuse me, I’ll be working from home for the rest of the day. Enjoy the gorgeous weather…grumble grumble…