As I type this, it’s 8 am in the morning. This is my first business trip for this job, and I am already beat. I’ve been up since 2:30 if you don’t count the hour of sleep I was able to get between 3:30, when I finally fell asleep, and 4:30 when my alarm went off.
For once, the TSA didn’t flag me. So apparently traveling without kids, solo, and not getting pulled aside really speeds up the process.
I did see one TSA agent confront a passenger because he was waiting on the other TSA agent who pulled him aside for ‘additional screening.’ I felt for the guy. He had that look of ‘OF COURSE I WAS’ defeat that I do whenever I get pulled. (He brown.) Then a middle aged white couple bemoaned loudly how over-regulated the security lines are these days, even though they passed through without comment. It sure is, sir. It sure is.
This is going to ramble a bit, because I’m so tired. But, the Wi-Fi is also flakey and I’ve never realized how unnerving it is to hear a co-pilot announcement try to calmly explain how the Captain is trying to bounce the system.
Like, I know once the plane is in the air, that it’s probably fine. But my sleepy brain still went, ‘Ha, ha, whaaa…’
Now, I have a plane change in Dallas/Fort Worth with enough time to get some lunch then board. So! Let’s see how this goes.
This is what it takes for me to get to work:
House to Train: 15 Minute Drive
San Jose to San Francisco: 60 – 80 minutes by Train
Wait for Bus: 10 – 20 minutes
Bus to Work: 20 minutes
It takes anywhere between 1hr 45min to 2hr 15min to either get to work or home. Usually, it’s the former to get the work, latter to get home. By the time I get home, it’s after 8:30 and I am drained. It’s been offered for me to transfer fully to the office in Sunnyvale which is significantly closer. I always turn it down.
My team is in San Francisco. Sure, we’re part of Yahoo! Sports, but that’s not who hired me. The same people I’ve been working with for three years are all up there. That’s where I’ll get the most help and be the most productive. Also, my development box is there. So obviously, I need to be close to that.
There’s also a hidden quality to that commute. My husband also works in San Francisco. Many in my position don’t see their loved ones until they get home late at night. I see mine until 9 o’clock or so in the morning and as soon as 6:30 in the evening. Then we can rant as we need to about our workday during those two hours of forced quality time and not have to let it explode when we both get home at 8. It’s a nice thing, oddly enough, to have that time where we can spend together. Without it, we would be at each other’s throats.
So San Francisco may suck, but it’s better than being apart.