Day 10,001-ish: Morning Commute

I'm not sure what you do on your drive into work. Or when it is, or even where it is.

But I'll tell you one thing: I do not love leaving my house at 7:07 - meaning I have to wake up at 6:06 - just to get to work around 7:27.

NOT MY CUP OF TEA.

It's actually quite boring once I wake up enough to appreciate the morning commute in its full regalia. So boring, in fact, that I am going ahead and writing this post half way through the day, sure that nothing that follows could possible bore me quite so much.

Let me tell you about it.

First, the sun is just barely coming up, so it's shining right in my eyes. Like, so directly into my eyes that it's impossible to see all the pink and yellow and purple surrounding it. Silly sunrise.

Second, all along my road are SUVs and vans and other evidences of family life, and wouldn't you know it? There's the school bus. So many little coats and hoods. I am assuming their are children inside, but I really have no proof of that. There are big coats too, and I assume those are parents, and they are far more boring, so far more relevant to this entry.

Third, the traffic. I was so bored this morning, that I took the time to imagine what the traffic looks like from above. Do you think we look like ants all in a row? Or more like spiders because we move so fast? Or maybe we look like praying mantises because we are all so bored.

Forth, there are always people running around when I'm driving to work. Now, I don't pretend to know their reasons, but I can only surmise that they must have the worst - or else most boring - lives, to feel the incessant need to run when there is nothing chasing them, and no prize at the end. Running I believe is the epitome of boredom.

But I have to stop now, because when I got to work, life became so vibrantly interesting, that it no longer fits the theme of this series.

My Boring Life, Day 10,000

Sometimes I look back at my blog stats and realize a trend: the times that I have the most "hits" tend to be some of the hardest times in my life. And all that time in between - was that just my boring life?

Well, call me crazy, but I am going to try something.

I am going to start writing about My Boring Life.


Starting with today, because why not.


Today we start with...

The DMV.

Do I even need to say anything else? Seriously.

I did manage to see some interesting things tho, and have at least two amusing interactions.

1. They set up a mirror next to the backdrop for the photos. Presumably they pretend to care that people don't necessarily WANT their I.D. photos to look like mug shots. Who knew. 
2. At least 5 (obviously different) ethnicities represented in a group of ~30.
3. 3 different languages being spoken.
4. Nervous teenagers trying to convince bored driving instructors why they deserve to be legally allowed to manage instruments of death. 
5. A little girl running around talking to everyone except me. She just stared at me, shaking her phone screen protector til it made a weird rattling noise. Until I shook a paper at her and she asked me, "Why are you shaking that paper at me?" Not one to be disarmed from my typical sass by a 3-year-old, I replied, "Why are you shaking your thing at me?" She looked at me, scowled, grinned, looked around like she got caught, and ran away.
6. All the bored-looking tellers/clerks. How do they not literally die of boredom every single day?
7. An old man trying to graciously figure out a self-service renewal machine. Poor guy..
8. My teller getting the idea to eat powdered donuts before and act crazy during his next review. Do I make anyone else feel like doing cocaine, or is it just him??

There you have it. My Boring Life. Day more-or-less 10,000.

In other news, no one did cocaine in the making of this blog post, and I am now a legal resident of the State of Wisconsin.

Yay?