Thursday, March 12, 2015

My life is an example of irony.

"The views are spectacular. If you live on Hoth."
So you know my story if you follow my blog.

I sold my place a couple of years ago and moved closer to where I had worked, which was far away from the city. I hadn't worked in the city for years--my previous jobs were in the burbs and they required sitting in traffic to get to. I figured, I liked where I worked. They seemed to like me. So I bought a house here. And got laid off a few weeks after.

And now I'm commuting two hgours each way into the city. (YES FEEL FREE TO USE ME AS AN EXAMPLE THE NEXT SOME SOME AFFLUENT JACKNAPE STARTS BLEATING THAT WE SHOULD ALL LIVE CLOSER TO WORK I MEAN SERIOUSLY SHUT UP.)

That's actually fine because I'm working (applied for and got a higher-level job working for the same person and in the same group, actually). Mortgage is getting paid. I live near the beach. Life's good. It has a long commute but I'll live.

Then the snowpocalypse happened. In case you want to snark about crybaby New Englanders, I'll just point out that we got 100 inches of snow in under three weeks. We got blizzards and severe storms every 2-3 days. People's roofs were starting to collapse. Our public transportation system shut down (and isn't entirely operational even now) thanks to the snow. People who were paid by the hour, who didn't get paid if they didn't work, are now in a precarious situation thanks to the fact that public transport is toast and they couldn't get to work.

It has been, quite frankly, awful, and I haven't had the patience or the wherewithal to be even remotely nice or positive. I am all out of patience.

However, there has been one weird bright spot, which is this: My commuter bus has been consistently able to get me to work on days there have not been storms. (My workplace closed during storms and sometimes the day after so crews could clear away the snow.) People who take the train have been out of luck, which I think is just weird. If I stayed in my old place, which was walking distance to the train, I would not have been able to make it in by using the commuter train. There hasn't been one running since the first storm, apparently. People are either driving in or driving to a different train station.

Where I currently am? I was able to get in. Granted, it was a little later than usual thanks to so many people driving as a result of dysfunctional public transport. However, I got in. On time. And I got in this week. EARLY.

I've been joking with my coworkers that they need to move to my town.

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