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Driving 101

I think I drive better than everyone else on the road. There, I said it. At least I’m honest. I take after my father. I have the worst road rage if you get in my way. Whether it’s a short distance to the grocery store or a dreaded hour plus commute to Seattle, I take note of every other driver’s horrible habits. I’m going to lay ’em all out. It’ll make me feel better. Reader beware…

Let’s start with the blinker. It’s the little stick attached to the steering wheel. The steering wheel is – just kidding. I’m not that crazed. But it’s clear to me that most drivers do not know what or where their blinker is. I feel psychic – like I can sense when someone is about to come into my lane, turn in front of me or swerve completely out of left field to their exit across my pathway – all without a blinker to signify that they are about to do such a thing. I swear if I had telekinetic powers, I would break that blinker off and shove it up the next idiot driver’s dark abyss that didn’t use it.

Goldie Locks of speed. You know the kind. They speed up, they slow down, they speed up, and they don’t even use their brakes. Don’t worry, I’ll get to the “ride-the-shit-out-of-your-brakes” offender in just a bit. This just happened to me today (it happens to me everyday but today was obnoxiously worse.) I set my cruise control at any chance I get. I wish more drivers would. It would help keep traffic flowing. Frankly, I expect we’d all get to our destinations faster. But no, we have Goldie Lock on the road. So, this morning I merge onto the freeway (using my blinker mind you) and I find a nice rhythm into the flow of traffic and set my speed. I typically pick the second from the carpool lane. Oh, and once I pick a lane – I stay there unless there is just cause to pass someone. Listening to my favorite tunes, focusing on the commute ahead. Then along comes that bitch, Goldie Locks, screwing up my rhythm AND the flow of traffic. There goes my cruise control. Now we’re all over the speedometer map. Not to mention, guzzling up my gas.  And wouldn’t you know it, as soon as I get the nerve to pass her, she speeds up like a rocket ship heading to outer space. One thing my dad has tried to teach me is to not to allow other drivers to control my driving. I have failed at this lesson miserably. Especially thanks to Goldie Locks.

Ride-the-shit-out-of-your-brakes driver. You’re not one of us. You are trying to cause an accident. I just know it. Remember, I’m psychic. You should not be allowed to have your license. Clearly, you are not cut out for driving since all you’re doing is braking. And you, like your friend Goldie Locks, eat my gas up! You need to learn to like your gas pedal – it won’t hurt you. I promise. What will hurt you is my large SUV ramming up your tailgate when you brake for no apparent reason!

And we can’t leave out the driver who waits to the last-minute to merge. This is my biggest pet peeve on the road. I can not stand someone who thinks they are better than others. (I know, I’m a hypocrite. I say from the beginning that I think I’m a better driver than everyone else.) I can’t help it. At least I don’t feel like I’m entitled unlike these other idiots. They think they deserve to get ahead of the rest of us who have obeyed the traffic signs and merged miles ago when we first saw the sign. These morons are the reason for the back up on I5. I wish I could squeeze them off the road like a pimple. Pop those little suckers! On a side note, one time while riding passenger, I witnessed a guy try to do that. I don’t recommend it. A major accident almost occurred involving the car I was in along with several other vehicles. So, I just scold them in my car and let ’em have it. But really, what do they get out of it? A few car spaces ahead of the rest of us. Which really isn’t that beneficial because in Washington no one knows how to merge.

Oh, the merger. I laugh at this. I think Washingtonians can’t merge properly because we’re too nice. We want everyone to go first. If we just grew a pair and merged at the posted speed limit, we’d be just fine. But we’re so cautious and afraid of the no blinker, Goldie locking, ride-the-shit-out-of-your-brakes while waiting till the last-minute to merge driver. Which I guess I can’t blame the merger for.

To sum it up, pay attention drivers. Use your blinkers. Set  your cruise control. Obey the speed limit (which in my opinion is 5 over.) Avoid overuse of your brakes and merge while maintaining the speed limit well before your lane runs out.

-h.

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Getting up to speed

Simple is not really my style. I’m a very detailed oriented person. Let me warn you now, I’m long winded = I talk a lot. I need to recap every detail in order to tell a story. Reader beware 😉

In the last year, I’ve changed careers – went from a 5 minute commute to a 60+ minute adventure to work. I’ve learned that I really don’t know much about anything. It’s time to start pushing myself. I jumped from the corporate world to the awesome start up tech industry. You know those people who love what they do for a living? You know the kind – they don’t consider their job “work” because they are getting paid to do something they love. I’m one of them now.

I have a lot on my mind. Generally, I try to be a nice person – this doesn’t always work out to my advantage. But being positive is a goal of mine as of late. So I try. Since I wear my heart on my sleeve, it’s very easy for someone (who’s paying attention) to know what I’m thinking. Thanks to my dad, I flare my nostrils when I’m irritated, stressed, annoyed, frustrated, and mad. It’s not my fault. I have really high expectations of how people should treat others; especially in customer service. It’s really easy for people to let me down. I’m working on it. I know the world’s not fair but I still get really upset if something unfair happens. For example, the other day while riding the bus home from work I was asked to move out of my seat because they had to let a disabled man on. Now before I get too ahead of myself let me set the record straight. I never (and I mean never) sit in the row marked for the senior citizens or disabled passengers. This time was no different which is why I was a little shocked when the bus driver told me to move too. But I did. That’s the right thing to do. Well, after the driver moved the rows to clear the way for the wheelchair, she realized she didn’t need my row after all. As I began to ask if I could have my seat back, the woman – the snobby, stuck up woman who sat in the row designated for the senior citizens or persons with disabilities, with her purse on the seat next to her so no one could sit beside her – jacked MY seat! Just like that. She took my comfy, already warm, and contoured to my butt seat. I was shocked. I gasped! Awww 😦 that was my seat. Now instead of having one of my favorite seats (toward the front & next to the window) I’m forced to sit next to someone who clearly didn’t want to share her row either. I’m towards the middle, in an aisle seat, and hanging over the side with the arm rest up my butt. Immediately I was feeling sorry for myself. This isn’t fair! I was thinking out all the different ways I could get my seat back. Or how I should have objected to the bus driver in the first place. My row wasn’t marked for senior citizens or disabled people, so why should I move? But no. I sat there, uncomfortably, telling myself to get over myself. Here I am, upset because I’m not in my “favorite” seat and the man across the aisle from me is in a wheelchair. How much more self-centered can I be?!  I choked down my pride and returned to the book I was reading.

Back on track… work and my commuting experience are not all that define me. But here is a good place to start. I spend about 10 hours a week commuting, more than some and less than most I’m sure. And about an average of 45 hours at work.  That’s a good enough reason for me. I’ll try for more entertainment in the next post.

h.

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