Celebrate holidays. Cool, it’s halloween, eh I’ll eat a couple pieces of candy. Cool, it’s christmas, let me chug down at least some egg nog. I just can’t get into the habit of decorating because to me, it’s just more work.
Celebrate holidays. Cool, it’s halloween, eh I’ll eat a couple pieces of candy. Cool, it’s christmas, let me chug down at least some egg nog. I just can’t get into the habit of decorating because to me, it’s just more work.
Commuting. I already drive an 18-wheeler for work. During the week, my “commute” is little more than climbing out of bed, throwing some clothes on, flopping into my driver’s seat and taking off (after performing a pre-trip inspection). Which, on its own, isn’t too bad, I guess. Sort of a blue-collar work-from-home arrangement.
But on Monday mornings and Friday nights, I have to get from my house, to the place where I actually park my truck, because the truck won’t fit in my neighborhood. And it’s against company policy for me to bring the truck home anyway.
That commute is anywhere from 40 minutes to over an hour, depending on traffic. And I have to take extra time to bring along whatever food and clothing I’ll need for the week, or the weekend, which is annoying in its own right.
There have been weekends where I just don’t go to my house, at all, just save that extra couple hours to relax instead. But I end up giving myself cabin fever doing that, so it’s a rare occurrence.