Amidst all of this relative job serenity, there’s one downside to my first year at StartupVille. Four months in — this would be about June or so — they moved their headquarters.
Offices relocated about 12 miles south, and there was an easy route along a major interstate, I-95.
Whatever, though — 12 miles extra, on top of the original 3 mile commute, for a total of 15. Just suck it up and do it, I told myself.
Easier said than done. Most days it took me 35 minutes door to door, and if there was a major accident, it’d be over an hour — each way.
Look, I know people have it much, much worse than this. But still, this was a major bummer. I’d specifically moved close to the office in order to avoid, as Mr. Money Mustache would say, a clown-car driving habit, only to be smacked with one anyway.
Just another reminder that as long as you’re tethered to your company, the strings controlling your life are not under your command. Developments that impact your day-to-day well being can occur in an instant, and most of the time there’s nothing you can do about it, except adjust.
In 2008 (Year #9) I resolved this issue, but until then, I got used to spending a lot more time in my car.
You know, rapping, and whatever.