My new job: more than a sucky commute
I spent four and a half hours driving on Friday.
My new commute blows. I’m already well past the days of savoring a little traffic.
Usually I’ll “only” have to drive about three hours daily. Friday was a special day. What made it so special? To answer that, let me share with you my moment of revelation:
I’m in my nine-month-old’s classroom, pulling his daily necessities out of my bag. First comes his baby food. Check! Next comes his feeding bottles. Check! Then come his bottles of milk. Check? Nope. Of course they’re not there. They’re exactly where I left them: in their travel bag in the fridge.
I quickly calculated how long it would take me to drive home and then back to preschool. Almost as quickly, I tapped out a note to my new manager explaining that I’d be late. Quite late.
I didn’t feel too bad. As I wrote a few months ago, occasional forgetting isn’t really about parental brain cell loss. It has more to do having approximately 800 times more responsibilities to juggle. And only forgetting one thing my first week back? Score!
It didn’t hurt when my manager joked about it once when I finally reached the office. Or when one of my new coworkers joined in laughing and added, “I’ve been there! Actually, one time I left my daughter’s whole bag at home. Set it down for a second to get her in the car and didn’t remember it till I got to her day care a couple hours later.”
For this kind of understanding from both my manager and coworkers, I’ll endure an atrocious commute. Beside, I’m really enjoying my Spanish-learning time. I can already order una agua muy fria like a boss. I think.
The CDs aren’t telling me otherwise!