Oh God, I HATE traffic.

Sigh. When we moved to Maricopa, we knew we'd be driving. ALOT. Maricopa is considered to be a 'bedroom community.' Mostly homes, some shopping centers, and that's it. Everyone must commute to work. The town was only incorporated 5 years ago. That means its only been 5 years that the city has started to grow and build itself up. We now have a city council, local government, etc. Eventually, we will attract companies to 'set up shop' here, I do not see that happening for quite some time.
When we bought the house, I worked in South Chandler- about a 20 mile commute. Not much traffic, not a big deal. When I was hired with my current company, I could not pass up the oppurtunity, and accepted the 35 mile commute (one way) into downtown Phoenix. Oh God, its nuts. Its all major highways to get to work, which means hideous traffic.
Do they even have traffic reports in Reading? I live by the traffic reports here.
I used to commute a long distance from Lancaster to Morgantown when we lived in PA. It was about the same distance, and the commute was a breeze. 222 and the turnpike. No traffic jams, no craziness. But commuting in Phoenix- nightmare traffic.
I was able to alter my hours to work 6-2, and can avoid the traffic. I also work from home 2 days a week. Yay!
However yesterday, it was Orbitel's (our internet provider) quest to make me crazy. Our internet died yesterday, and I was working from home. That meant I had to run into the office, and stay a little later than normal. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I drove home yesterday at 4. The traffic was HORRIBLE. Start, stop, start, stop, start, 5 mph, stop, start and so on. All the way home. What is usually a 45 min commute turned into an hour and 15 minutes. Oh, not happy. Oh, and we have those stupid speed cameras. What that means is if you are speeding at least 11 mph over the speed limit, it takes your picture and sends a ticket. No one knows how to drive. Everyone drops to about 5-10 miles below the limit, when they pass these cameras, making the traffic flow even worse.
Poor Larry, he greeted me at home, trying to give me a hig hug, but I was so ramped up with frustration from the commute, I all but bit his head off. Damn, that meant lots of apologies. I'm lucky to have such an understanding husband.
But, put him in that traffic, I'll bet he does the same thing.