Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.

Remember the Augusts of your childhood?

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Remember when you were a kid and August lasted forever?  Long lazy days of heat and fun?  I guess once adulthood shows up August loses its luster.  But for me this particular August has gone on forever.  Let me share why.

Parking lot mayhem

Parking lot mayhem

I work in a pretty big building; 4 floors, 3 wings.  Several hundred of us work here.  At the beginning of August they began redoing the parking lots and they started with the lot outside our wing.  As you can see it wasn’t just a resurface job.

There are three lots that surround the building, each lot will take about a month.  For the month of August we in our wing are parking offsite about a mile away.  We take shuttle vans back and forth to that lot which sounds worse than it turned out to be.  They have five vans, each seating 10 passengers running nonstop between our building and the lot especially in the morning and evenings, but also at lunch if you want to go to that sort of effort just to run out to eat.

We have watched the progress while trying to block out the constant pounding of heavy machines, the beeping of trucks backing up, the shake of our monitors and the floor under our feet.  In the early stages the noise and vibration was overwhelming.  It seemed like they were moving the dirt from here to there, then back again, and we saw no progress.   But just last week they started paving.  We were excited!

Harley paver

Harley paver

Our lot is finally finished…and I only have two more days of riding the shuttle back and forth.  After a long day it’s difficult to wait in line to catch a ride over to your car.  On the other hand, we’ve gotten to know people we never would have spent time talking to when we could park on site.  And people are actually laughing  and kidding each other on our 10 minute trip.

FINISHED!

FINISHED!

Heard tonight, from the back of the van:  “We should have sing-a-longs!  (starts singing…the wheels of the bus go round and round…) We could tape it and put it on YouTube!  From the front passenger seat “I have some duct tape in my purse.”  From the back of the bus while still singing she interrupts herself to say…”Tape as in video, not as in duct!”  From the front of the bus…”With your singing duct is more appropriate.”  The entire bus laughs as we unload for the long commute home.

That’s another story – my commute.  It used to be 40 minutes each way if no one made any mistakes that would cause problems.  Now days it’s more likely an hour.  A lot of the time, particularly on my trip home it looks like this.

Nothing but brake lights

Nothing but brake lights

And nights when there’s a big act at our local outdoor arena?  Forget about it.  Tonight Maroon 5 AND Kelly Clarkson are playing.  I didn’t even try to get home via the freeway.  It’s a big holiday weekend coming up too, and half our state will be on my freeway heading north for a last camping fling before summer winds down.

So my month of August has looked a lot like this:

On the road.  Again.

On the road. Again.

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Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

9 thoughts on “Remember the Augusts of your childhood?

  1. Gets old really fast doesn’t it? We can hope for a much nicer September. Fingers and toes crossed.

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  2. Yikes. I don’t know how you do that commute. I’d be one cranky, cranky person. Do you listen to books on tape?

    Glad the construction is over, but your co-workers sound like fun!

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  3. I must admit I have always taken jobs close to where I live – 15 minutes I think is the longest I have driven to get to work. I can’t imagine spending two hours a day driving.

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  4. This post reminds me why I work for myself — and how lucky I am! I did that commute thing for many years, and I’m glad my trip now consists of a walk downstairs to my office, ha!

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  5. I love it when otherwise bad things turn into really good things. I bet you met some interesting people during your parking lot commutes. As for your daily commute – I do not envy you! Rural living for me, all the way. (I’ll wave to all the downstaters headed this way as I head south to Ohio for the weekend.)

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  6. Chicago is under construction and there have been days I have wanted to throw myself under the bus. I don’t commute to work but I still need to travel to and fro. If you listen to books on tape–All animals great and small is a wonderful series. The tapes are every bit as good as the books.

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  7. It sounds like you must have a really long day with all of this commuting. You must be happy your lot is done. Enjoy!

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  8. I’m humming “On the Road Again” after reading your blog post. *smile* How cool that something as inconvenient as that construction project could end up bringing people closer together with the shuttles. Reminds me of stories about natural disasters can bring people together, too. Welcome to September, my friend! May you enjoy at least snippets of summer left…

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  9. You are good at finding the positives in everything. Not me. That commute would do me in.

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