The Commute is Getting to Me

Tues, Feb 2

Wed, Feb 3

Wednesday's skirt is too short for work, but I wore it anyway with double tights so they were really opaque. The English Office secretary complimented me. I hope she was sincere, and not really thinking "That skirt is indecent!" I'd hate if it's my fault that everyone gets a dress code e-mail.

Now for my commute woes. I haven't minded the commute at all since I started driving to Waco. Living out of a suitcase has bothered me, and not seeing J has bothered me, and missing my dog, etc., but the driving has been OK. I get to practice my classroom lectures, listen to books on audio, sing along to my iPod and all that good stuff. But this semester I've had a problem leaving on time. For some reason or another, I cannot get out the door and I've been consistently late. So, I've had to park on campus illegally, run to the English building, and start class 5 mins late, then excuse myself to go print stuff out or make copies or whatever. Sooooo unprofessional. Plus it stresses me out the whole time I'm driving, thinking "I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late."

So, today I left 40 mins earlier which was going to give me time to do everything I needed to do plus sit around in the office for a while. Except there was a HUUUUGE accident on I-35, and it took me almost an hour just to get out of Dallas. So, then I was running 10 mins late and I was stressed out and upset. I just cannot win. I am tired of it. I know it's my fault, too (well, not today - sometimes stuff just happens), but I'm tired of worrying about driving, and traffic, and all that. Boo.