Next Tuesday is my last day at my current place of employment. I’ve worked there for 3 years and 8 months, give or take a little. My commute is 45 minutes to an hour and a half in each direction, depending on traffic, weather, and the asshattery of others. To date, I have been in no car accidents during my commute hours, and have run out of gas only once before, though not related to my commute (my mechanic went joyriding in my hybrid car).
Some days, like today and yesterday, I have a long commute cause of my own stupidity.
See, yesterday I left my purse at work. Stupid #1. I realized it when I’d gone about 40 minutes away from work, and had pulled off the freeway to buy gas. I didn’t have enough to get over the hill, and had no money to buy any gas with. I returned to work, got my purse, and stopped at the nearest station, a place which charges, on average, about 30 cents per gallon more than anywhere else in the Bay Area, and which I suspect of being shady in other ways as well. Because I morally object to paying more than $2.60/gallon when I can get it elsewhere for $2.30, I only bought 2.5 gallons of gas.
I drive a hybrid car, so I can go 40 miles on 1 gallon of gas. Unfortunately, I live 40 miles from work. I drove home last night. I drove to work this morning. I put the iPod on and was listening to Penthouse: Bedtime Stories so intently, I forgot to buy gas. Stupid #2.
Wanna know where I’m parked in this videoblog entry? I’m at the exit to Summit Road, which is exactly the halfway point between Santa Cruz and San Jose. In other words, 2.5 gallons of gas took me exactly two and a half trips between work and home.
I really hate it when math works the way it’s supposed to.