Don't get me wrong, the rush-hour commute in Omaha isn't that bad, relatively speaking--I have about 20-25 minutes in the morning and a solid half hour in the evening. But it's the principle of the matter! The commute serves as the bookends for your day as a corporate whore. It's symbolic. It's like driving the squad car to your own jail sentece.
But, thank god, I'm selling my car before I head off, and I won't be looking back.
By the way, I'm down to under a month now!
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