  So, I left my house today before eight for my 18 mile commute. What time did I get to work? 9:18. Yeah. It kind of sucked. Apparently, somebody installed a parking lot on 1-85 while I was sleeping last night and didn't notify the Atlanta population. (Which the entire portion of decided to use 85 this morning... or so it seemed. ) I usually get to work around 8:30. I like getting here early because it gives me time to eat breakfast, read the news, unwind. Today, I get here late, and I am just now scarfing down a banana and hurredly typing this in so I can unleash the frustration... To add insult to injury, Joe (my fiance) likes to point out that his commute is only 12 minutes.
And he lives in L.A., which is famous for bad traffic. In his defense, he is south of L.A.... Argh! I HATE being late! Bad way to start the day... Oh, and at least the AJC could have done a blurb about whether something caught fire or spontaneously exploded, but not even a whisper about what the hold up was. 
