Worst Case Scenario
About a year ago, I got a speeding ticket.
I spent about seven hours a week in my car. My commute was 40 minutes in one direction, provided that the stars aligned. I drove to a good job that was adequate, with a clear trajectory, and I liked the people and the organization. Though I frequently griped about management and pay, it was fine and I was good at it. But it simply wasn’t something that I wanted to do for the rest of my life. It wasn’t my path, and I could feel the chip on my shoulder hardening. This hardening was only outpaced by my driving, which had been getting more reckless and aggressive as of late. The almost-two hours a day, two hundred miles per week drive was eroding my patience.