[ryandrake]

I have ~2 hour commutes each way, and honestly, they are the calmest moments of my life. Sure, I'm white-knuckling it down I680 and I880 hoping I don't die on the freeway. But hey, I'm listening to my favorite music, planning my day mentally, prioritizing things, basically my commute time is my thinking time. It is the only time in my life where I'm not exposed to constant interruptions. Step into the office and my time is chunked into chaotic loosely structured 30-minute sprints. It's meetings, E-mails that need to be answered RIGHT FUCKING NOW, meetings, tracking people down to ask them to help with something, "pings" from people, more meetings. Then I get home and it's do this, run that errand, play with me, feed me, read this book, parent stuff divided into equally frantic 30 minute chunks. I mean I love being a parent but shit, I sometimes can't wait for my commute.