As you all know by now, I am obsessive compulsive about certain things and just plain anal about others. So, you can add "arrival time at work" to either of those lists.
My preferred arrival time at the office is 7:20 a.m. since I start at 7:30 a.m. On this fine morning, I pulled out of my driveway, got to the corner, turned left, made a quick right and I was on my merry little commuter way. I grabbed my plastic Zip Lock container with my two little hard boiled eggs in it (minus 3/4 of the yolks....the yummy little yellow nugget with all of the fat and cholesterol) and started to savor my first breakfast of the day. (I eat again later, but that's a story for another day) I got to the next corner at the same time as a nice white pick up truck. Being the very gracious and polite driver that I am, I let him go first...even though I really had the right of way, but I'm really nice like that.
BIG MISTAKE!!! REALLY BIG MISTAKE!!!
Now, I am not a speed demon nor do I crawl along like a certain man that I know whose name starts with I and ends in V. I usually do about 5 mph over the posted speed limit, but no more than 5 because the law might be lurking as they often do. On the expressway however, my mantra is, "Move over or I will run you over!" Just kidding...sort of.
Anyway, Mr. Pick Up Truck must have left his house really really early this morning, because he decided to drive 5 mph UNDER the speed limit!! Are you freaking kidding me?? I need to get to work by my preferred arrival time! To make it even worse, we are on a two lane road with no passing.
All I could hope was that when I turned right at the stop light, that Mr. Pick Up was going left or straight.....but oh no, of course not. There was his cute little blinker going blink, blink, blink as he crawled into the right turn lane. So I crawled in right behind him. The light changed and we made our turns onto the next two lane road with no passing. Putt, putt, putt, crawl, crawl, crawl....5 mph UNDER the speed limit for the next 5 miles! Maybe his speedometer was off....
Trust me, I don't suffer from road rage. I would never ever abuse another driver, so what did I do to deserve this? I'm sure it was some kind of test and I was failing miserably.
5 extremely slow miles later, there was his blasted blinker again signaling his right hand turn...just like me. Same thing at the next light only we went left this time. Now I'm thinking I am going to be late for work. Not that anyone there would care...just Kathy the control freak.
Finally, we were approaching the four lane highway. His blinker went on and he was still going my way, but it didn't matter now. We both made our turns and I immediately put on my left signal, changed lanes and flew past Mr. Pick Up Truck!
Now it was a race and I would need to catch every light green to get to work on time. If you commute, do you ever pray that the Green Light Goddess is there with you on your drive? You know the one that flips the switch and turns every light green just as you approach the intersection? Well that lovely Goddess was sitting on my shoulder this morning and I literally breezed the rest of the way to work....and after all of the moaning and groaning and fretting and stressing, I actually got to work at 7:15!!! HAHAHA!!!
In my effort this week to chill out a bit though...tomorrow I am going to try to slow down and just do the speed limit. I won't freak out if the guy in front of me is moving the speed of a three-toed sloth. This is the new me! Kathy the Calm......
Now just get the heck out of my way!