The Ordeal of Commuting

For the last two weeks, I did something that I had never ever done before. I commuted to work. Yes, you heard me right. For those of you who were not aware, I have a job where I work from home. My room is my office. No commuting in the terrible traffic. No dealing with the unfriendly weather and no long distance to cover. Yes, call it a blessing or whatever, but I have a job that offers some privileges that almost all my friends would kill for.

Initially when I was informed that I needed to be working from a client company for two weeks, I welcomed it as a change in environment. I was looking forward to it. Day 1 was kind of fine. I knew what to expect. What I didn't realize was that during peak hours, it takes an hour to cover 10km. Well, how was I to know? I never step out during peak times. The process of getting back home in the evenings seemed like forever. I still shouldn't be complaining because I was back home by 7.

By the time I was into my 3rd day, I had had enough. I couldn't handle the commute any longer. I began to wonder how some of my friends travel long distance for work. I wondered why on earth they do it? Yes, compared to most of them, my commute seemed like a short distance and yet, here I was complaining of the distance and traffic. By the time I finished my first week, I had developed a new found respect for all those who commute to work, especially the ones who drive themselves. Hats off to you all.

So, finally I managed to finish 2 terrible weeks. Now I am back in the comfort of my home and my old routine which I missed so much. No more sweating and no more honking to deal with. Life is good, and I sure as hell feel blessed. Lucky me.