The Traffic Jam

Yesterday, before I left for work, a friend posted on Facebook about the fact that there was a chemical spill on the interstate. 7 exits were blocked for an undetermined amount of time. The solution was ferric chloride. I normally leave my house around 2PM on my days I have to work; I decided yesterday to leave at 1:30, just to give myself some extra time, since I knew traffic delays were imminent. What I am outlining below is a timeline of my traffic jam saga. (Most of these were from my Twitter account, as I was "live tweeting" if you will, during the event). Each tweet was preceded with the ever-so appropriate hashtag #trafficjam

10/21 around 2:30pm
Have gone 15 miles in 1 hour. Work is 37ish miles away total. Do the math.

(a few minutes later)
Place of employment has been informed of my imminent tardiness.
Around the time after this tweet was posted, I called work and basically said that I had no idea how long it was going to take for me to get to work. The supervisor at the time said it was fine and for me to simply get there when I could.

3:30PM
Hour 2. Gone 1/2 a mile. This stinks. And I need to pee.

4:25(or so)PM
Coming up on hour 3. Getting stiff. And hungry. Gone 2 miles.

Around 5PM
In the time I've been sitting here I could be at my parent's house. Around this time too, I called work again and begged to be allowed to go home. My request was declined, as I was needed. I was frustrated to say the least, but understanding. I was needed.

Around 6PM
4 and a half hours. Pee break and stretch. (THAT was super awesome!!!!)

I arrived to work at 6:30pm. A typically 40 minute commute took 5 hours. I arrived on the unit and the patients clapped when I got there. It was an easy night, and some other staff was willing to pick up the slack until my arrival, which was awesome. So I clocked out and went home, after only working 5 hours. (My twitter says 4.5 hours, but it was wrong and I was tired). Came home, had a whumping headache, which I am blaming to sitting in traffic around lots of cars and carbon monoxide. Took 2 Excedrin, passed out for 12 hours and woke up this morning feeling great. The interstate has been re opened, and hopefully all will be well today.

God doesn't give you patience; He gives you scenarios in which you have to exercise patience. That was me yesterday. Surprisingly, I didn't lose my cool as I thought I would. After about hour 2 I realized I was just going to have to roll with the punches and go with the flow. And that's what I did.

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