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[curgoth]

I think commuting is turning me into a sociopath. I spent the whole trip in this morning on edge, barely resisting the urge to start hurting people who "pushed" in front of me. I was working so hard at being enraged, I managed to give myself a splitting headache.

I am more calm now, but I wish I had some Leonard Cohen and Tom Waits to listen to.

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[pez-minotaur.livejournal.com]

I get that too sometimes. On day I was forced to drive 30 km/h (that's really slow for the non-drivers out there) up Spadina behind an old man in a big white caddy. By the time I got to Yorkdale (my original destination) I had such a short fuse I wanted to start shoving people out of my way as I walk through the mall.

[themusesbitch.livejournal.com]

ah, I know that feeling well.

Sadly, from what I can tell, the only cure for it is to move closer to work, or get a new job closer to home.

[kalivor.livejournal.com]

This is, perhaps, the main reason I switched from the GO train to the GO Bus as my usual means of transport.

The train feels like the rat race ... everybody's acting as if they're late for something. The bus just goes, and has nice comfy seats, even if some of them don't have leg room. Plus, it's rare that anybody has to stand on the bus.

Still, commuting occasionally does this to me, too. Strangely enough telecommuting doesn't. Which reminds me to get back to work, or I won't be able to do that tomorrow. Must. Get. Stuff. That. Requires. Me. To. Be. In. Office. Done.

[rednikki.livejournal.com]

It's not just you - I get the same way in some crowded situations. Depends on the level of rudeness and my level of sleep.

[mspiggyoncrack.livejournal.com]

I get more angry about the feeling of wasted time rather than commuting itself. I get really angry if I commute in and something is canceled (ie. a class), because then I feel like I could actually be using the time for something productive, like my thesis-related work.

[curgoth]

See, time is the centre of the frustration. If I miss even one of my transportation hookups by a few seconds, it causes me several minutes of delay.

Today, I missed the bus at Moore by about 15 seconds; if the light had been green instead of red, I'd have made it. Then, at St. Clair, a woman with a suitcase of wheels pushed in front of me, causing me to miss the train that was in the station. I then ended up having to wait a few minutes at Yonge and Bloor for my connecting train. And when I got to Islington, I got up the stairs in time to see a bus drive away.

Add to this the fact that there have been some ominous official e-mails lately about being late for work in our team, and you have a recipe for early morning stress. Mmmm, sleepy rage.

[pez-minotaur.livejournal.com]

And that butterfly in Havana flapping it's wings caused the wind to blow the snow storm out over the lake rather than onto the GTA. Which in turn didn't slow down the Moore bus long enough for it to catch the red light.

[curgoth]

Stupid Butterfly! I'll wring it's scrawny little neck!

[night--watch.livejournal.com]

I have a new movie idea: "Run, Curgoth, Run"

[the-doughboy.livejournal.com]

Well, you can always find a job really close to where you work, or have some fun by doing everything possible to annoy people of public transit.

One great way is on the way home always eat something like a cinabon and people will hate you and you'll feel better that they hate you.

Always wear two laptop bags, and always talk on the phone with your elbow up so its in someones face.

So really your trip isn't any better but at least its average now

[night--watch.livejournal.com]

This was half the reason I went mad living in Toronto. Okay, maybe one-third. The other two-thirds being U of T and the Depts of Physics vs Astronomy.

Anyway, I sympathize 100%. I got to the point of subjecting those few friendly people who will acutally make awkward attempts to converse to my life's story or else a whole lot of physics. Not because I needed to say anything, just out of malice.

These days I try and use physics for good, though.

Mua ha ha!