Monthly Archives: May 2012

Soapbox derby

Hey y’all! Sorry it’s been a while! Starting a new job keeps ya busy! Who knew, right?

I know last time I promised y’all a post about adjusting to apartment living and that’s still coming, but I have to talk about something else today. I have to get this off my chest.

TRAFFIC. is killing. my soul.

There. I feel a little bit better already.

But seriously. Rush hour might the new thing I hate most in life. Or maybe it’s still snakes. Either way, they are both awful. And I don’t really have a “Things I Hate Most in Life” list. Let it be known.

I don’t understand rush hour traffic. And I don’t mean that as a figure of speech. I mean I literally don’t understand why it happens.

Somebody explain this to me.

I mean… somewhere ten thousand miles ahead of me the line of cars begins. And at the front of that line, cars are moving forward at what I assume would be a decent speed. Let’s say 70 miles per hour. (Because that’s the speed limit on the road I take to and from work everyday.) So why in tarnation am I stuck at the back of the line going 15 miles per hour?!! Why?

Why, I ask!

I’m sorry. I’m on my soapbox now. I can’t stop.

In Kansas, there is no such thing as rush hour traffic. Heck, the closest thing we have to a traffic jam is two pickups stuck behind a tractor going down a one-lane dirt road!

Traffic jams are utterly foreign to me.

Traffic jam protocol is also foreign to me.

Like why does the guy in the lane next to me swerve over into the tiny gap I try to leave between my front bumper and the car in front me’s back bumper?

Hello?!! That was not an invitation for you to come join the party, buddy! That’s called caution and you obviously have none. And it’s not like cutting me off is going to get you from A to B any faster. We’re all stuck in rush hour, in case you hadn’t noticed.

And why does the lady trying who’s merging onto the road slow down when her merge lane runs out even though I have been giving her plenty of space to merge for the last 500 feet?

This is why people like me are required by law to have car insurance. Because people like you cause accidents. We about had a ten-car pileup today when I had to slam on my brakes to let you in.

Thankfully, I haven’t suffered any injuries from rush hour traffic. Unless you count the fact that my head explodes every day from 8 a.m. to 9 a.m. and then again from 5 p.m. to 6 p.m.

But I think I might just have to live with that.

The Real World

Whelp… I’m officially a member of the real world now.

And I’m not talking about the reality show.

I’m talking about the I-got-a-job-I-got-an-apartment-now-I-have-to-pay-tons-of-money-for-everything real world.

Life is grand.

Life also changes a lot in just a week.

When I woke up on Monday, April 30, I was still a college student with no job and nowhere to live after Saturday, May 5.

And by God’s grace, everything came together before graduation. It came down to the last possible second (story of my life), but still, it all came together.

I walked across that stage on Saturday morning surrounded by friends, with a place to live and a job secured.

Here’s me and my diploma (cover)!

I start working on Monday (so excited for that!) and in the meantime I’ve been unpacking and organizing my apartment.

Apartment living is quite the adjustment. Especially for a country girl who’s spent most of her life in the middle of nowhere surrounded by peace and quiet.

But that’s a post for another day.

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