Traffic is one of the worst things ever invented. Ever. In a stretch that usually takes me about 3 minutes to get through, I sat for probably half an hour or more. All I remember is that I was getting progressively later and later to the hotel.
I had to set up some equipment at the hotel, so I got there with some time to spare, signed out my key, ran upstairs, collected my stuff, carted it back downstairs, got to the room... and it was already set up. The client brought some of their own stuff, and someone else had set up my end of it.
grrr... put everything back, signed my key back in, and left. I found one of my favorite relaxing songs and fumed along to the beat. I don't curse much. Except for traffic.
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