The two hour and fifteen minute commute
It was my first day at my new job today. Got there at 8:30am so I had to wait around till 9...because I'm new and I had a meeting with HR then. Couldn't be late, so I had to plan on being early.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
The day was pretty good. I spent some time setting up my computer/learning the ropes. It will be pretty simple work. Drop an image here, update this text there, put out this newsletter on time. Nothing I'm not used to for sure.
They even put up my name on the big screen that in the lobby. After lunch I was told that is usually reserved for board members. Musta been a slow day at the AI, or more likely they already realized how awesome I am, and are reacting appropriately.
So I'm on my way home, it's just a short walk to the Purple line station. I get there and one pulls into the station. The platform is packed. More packed than any plat form I've ever seen. Something crackles over the intercom system, and my fellow riders heave themselves into an already packed car.
There is CLEARLY no way I'll get to sit down and play my video games on THAT ride, so I'll just wait for the next one.
45 minutes later.
The next Purple Line has not arrived. Someone mentions there was a fire, and Purple lines are not running to Howard, but rather stopping at Belmont. I check my phone and see that purple line's have been suspended.
So It's off to the Blue Line. Kendle had mentioned that there was a stop on the way to her work...so that stop would be a good place for her to come get me, right? So I call her to arrange it. Her phone goes to voicemail.
I call back...same thing. I text...it goes undelivered. We have NOT fixed the low cell strength problem at the house.
Finally she calles me (took about 8 minutes). She had to drive two blocks from the house before she could get a signal she tells me. At this point...her cell phone woes are the least of my worries. We arrange to meet at the end of the Blue line. That's 45 minutes away, and 15 minutes back in the car once I arrived at the station. In all it took me two hours and 15 minutes to get home today.
In reality, the Metra was stopped due to killing a person, hence all the extra people on the CTA, and there was a fire on the Red/Purple/Brown line near Fullerton. So I guess I should just be happy I made it home at all, as one guy didn't, and another business lost everything they owned.
Or I could be really self centered and say the world REALLY didn't want me to go home yesterday.