Packing Up and Saying Goodbye

Oddly, I made some fantastic time driving to and from work today. Go figure. Went in early this morning, and started packing. No one else at work (the few that were there early) knew what was going on. The weird thing is that I was really happy the entire morning, and had a smile on my face. I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t mad… mainly happy to finally have a reason to look somewhere else, and to not have to commute all the way out to Barrington every day.

I did the math a while ago:

Walking to Train Station: 10 minutes
Train ride to Barrington: 1 hour
Walking to Work: 10 minutes

Walking to Train Station: 10 minutes
Train ride to Chicago: 1 hour
Walking to Apartment: 10 minutes

Total time: 2 hours, 40 minutes (roughly 2.6 hours)
Per week: 13 hours
Per year: 676 hours

Translated: 676 hours = 28.16 days

I was spending a month of my life, every year, commuting.

I’m hoping for a job in the city.

I am very much going to miss the people that I worked with. Smart, funny, dedicated workers – all of them. It’s the management and the culture that was unhealthy. Everyone there was good natured, knew their shit, and were just fun to be around. My company had the knack, somehow, of attracting really good quality candidates and keeping them, despite a lot of questionable decisions and actions.

What doesn’t kill me, I guess.