Vampire commuting

Commuting to and fro the office has always been a hassle for me. Hoping really hard for something syfy-ish such as a floo network, a flying car, those travel tubes found in Futurama, or even the old and trusted “Beam me up, Scotty.”

I’m sure Scotty wouldn’t know that if you ask Kristin Kreuk, referencing the movie Euro Trip here.

I’ve always wanted a schedule of ten or eleven in the morning and add nine hours to it. That’s my favorite time for work schedule. For the simple reason that the hassle of commuting can be experienced by all of us.

You don’t have stand on the bus; you can pick your favorite seat.
You don’t get to seat beside cranky FX co-passengers, you might end up riding an almost empty public utility vehicle.
And traffic. You don’t end up with the godforsaken traffic in the morning.

But alas, you can’t change the company policy of “you have to be here before nine in the morning or else.” And you have to follow that of course. You’re just an employee. You really don’t have a say in anything. And you enjoyed watching Twilight the movie, but it doesn’t really matter if that’s the case.

That’s why we have a boost of earphoned people commuting our highways. I’m sure ten or twenty years from now, all those EENT doctors would probably end up laughing ala Count Dracula with matching lightning and thunder at their clinic’s window.

So yeah, I have no point here actually. That’s what we all encounter during mornings.

Actually, that’s what I encounter during mornings. I know you might have a different one. And I know you want a hassle-free commuting.

It leaves us to the best job in the world.

A graveyard caretaker.

No commuting needed. Work hours are graveyard (duh) shift.

Yeah…