Not An Auspicious Start To My Time Off
Mar. 28th, 2018 11:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickMost of the workday was pretty bog-standard at this point -- make plans to do one thing, get derailed by having to do other thing (in this case e-mail lists for a newsletter we're sending out), and get pulled away by even more things (mostly in the form of 'My Coworkers Are Making Too Many Adjustments And It's Screwing Up The GL'). Nothing too horrible -- irritating, of course, but I can handle it.
And then it came time to go home.
TWENTY FUCKING MINUTES I spent just BEHIND THE DIOCESE. TWENTY FUCKING MINUTES it took me just to get to the corner so I could turn and try to escape. I don't know WHAT caused the traffic, but I was well and truly STUCK in it. Highway was clearly an absolute no-go, and the city -- okay, it's bad enough when you've never driven a certain route alone before and you're constantly stressing if you're in the right lane, if you're taking the right turns, all that. Add in a bus shoving its way in front of me, a truck riding right on my ass, various people blocking the road (including one guy who'd had the misfortune of breaking down in the middle of a lane), and at least one accident, and --
It was a shit ride home, let me tell you. I got home at 5:35, pretty much an hour after I left, to my Mom starting to panic. Because obviously I couldn't tell her what had happened because I was at the wheel and there was never really a good moment where I could pull over. She and Dad were on the verge of taking the truck out and looking for me. At least I did make it home in one piece -- and hey, now I know I can drive the city route on my own if I absolutely need to.
The truly depressing thing is that stressful drive, coupled with getting back late, basically killed my writing muse. I've had to write (har) the day off as a loss there. I was already thinking of taking a mini-vacation from my regular stories, but I meant that in terms of writing something ELSE. . .still, forcing it is just going to result in something I have to rewrite the shit out of later. And it's not like I didn't get anything done today -- my Victor Luvs Alice queue is set for a couple of days, at the very least. Nice to be ahead on that. Also done a bit of the social thing, and some DW RP. And watched the next set of Helloween's Deadly Premonition LP, which remains a delightful trip. XD The facial animations are soooo bad -- and yet that just adds to the whole experience. And York remains a socially inept super detective -- who can be surprisingly good with kids, to everyone's absolute shock I'm sure. I'm really looking forward to seeing where this strange, "sometimes it's a crime drama, sometimes it's Silent Hill," janky little game goes.
Right now though -- I dunno. Probably gonna head to bed a bit early. We'll see how I feel about a mall trip tomorrow -- currently I just want to sit at home and never go anywhere again ever, but I'm well aware that's probably just the stress talking. I just need a bit more time to veg out, I think. Night all!
And then it came time to go home.
TWENTY FUCKING MINUTES I spent just BEHIND THE DIOCESE. TWENTY FUCKING MINUTES it took me just to get to the corner so I could turn and try to escape. I don't know WHAT caused the traffic, but I was well and truly STUCK in it. Highway was clearly an absolute no-go, and the city -- okay, it's bad enough when you've never driven a certain route alone before and you're constantly stressing if you're in the right lane, if you're taking the right turns, all that. Add in a bus shoving its way in front of me, a truck riding right on my ass, various people blocking the road (including one guy who'd had the misfortune of breaking down in the middle of a lane), and at least one accident, and --
It was a shit ride home, let me tell you. I got home at 5:35, pretty much an hour after I left, to my Mom starting to panic. Because obviously I couldn't tell her what had happened because I was at the wheel and there was never really a good moment where I could pull over. She and Dad were on the verge of taking the truck out and looking for me. At least I did make it home in one piece -- and hey, now I know I can drive the city route on my own if I absolutely need to.
The truly depressing thing is that stressful drive, coupled with getting back late, basically killed my writing muse. I've had to write (har) the day off as a loss there. I was already thinking of taking a mini-vacation from my regular stories, but I meant that in terms of writing something ELSE. . .still, forcing it is just going to result in something I have to rewrite the shit out of later. And it's not like I didn't get anything done today -- my Victor Luvs Alice queue is set for a couple of days, at the very least. Nice to be ahead on that. Also done a bit of the social thing, and some DW RP. And watched the next set of Helloween's Deadly Premonition LP, which remains a delightful trip. XD The facial animations are soooo bad -- and yet that just adds to the whole experience. And York remains a socially inept super detective -- who can be surprisingly good with kids, to everyone's absolute shock I'm sure. I'm really looking forward to seeing where this strange, "sometimes it's a crime drama, sometimes it's Silent Hill," janky little game goes.
Right now though -- I dunno. Probably gonna head to bed a bit early. We'll see how I feel about a mall trip tomorrow -- currently I just want to sit at home and never go anywhere again ever, but I'm well aware that's probably just the stress talking. I just need a bit more time to veg out, I think. Night all!
