NINE TO ?

I would rather have been somewhere else.


It stinks when you leave your house at 7:45 a.m. to go 30 minutes to work and traffic is backed up on the parkway because of an accident. I could have slept another hour and been in the same position ... late.

Sitting (not even inching along) in the car for more than an hour after one too many cups of tea also can make one a bit anxious. I tried to concentrate on the worst of Opie and Anthony on the radio until their time slot was up and the next stupid talk show came on. Then I knew I had to act.



Because nature was calling, I took an unauthorized police exit to get off the jammed highway. All the cops were at the accident scene anyway. Not knowing where it led, I eventually got lost on a back road and had to turn back.

In any case, I finally made it to work.

Here's the dilemma: I figured I was working anyway in the car by composing this blog in my head and shouldn't have to make up the time. But I can bet ya that's not the consensus of those in charge.