AnonymousCoworker

Yesterday I was absurdly busy traveling from meetings to meetings, considering, in the end, how much input I offered (or, realistically, how little input I offered) at each meeting. In no small way I needed to be at each meeting, but when it was all said an done, I uttered merely a few sentences.

When I was leaving my last meeting, I had a choice to make. I could take the way back to the highway that Google Maps had led me, which I had noticed was rife with construction and heavy with back-up, or I could take another route of my own choosing.

The red route in the link below shows what Google Maps would have had me do. The blue route shows what I did. The green blob shows where I started. In the end, it took me about an hour and a half to get home. It should have taken 20-30 minutes.

Lost. (Caution: hugemongous file of how dumb I am)

Normally, I have a very good sense of direction. I can almost always tell you where the poles and horizons lay. Yesterday, that feature was not equipped in the ACW v. 25.1 Sexmachine. I kept trying to get back to the freeway, but when you have north and south reversed in your head, you keep getting surprised by what you’re running into. Northern Parkway shocked me, but it was a good landmark. I took it to Route 1, and took Route 1 in the direction that I thought was north. It turned out to be south once I saw the city in the distance and once I passed the VW dealership where mokiejovis bought his precious, pomo-hipster, bourgeoisie, TDI Golf. From there I knew I needed to get on Moravia Rd, but rush hour was starting, and so was the traffic dickheadery in the city. So I was forced past Moravia Rd, forced to pull a U-turn in the middle of Route 1, and then I finally made it back to 895 from Moravia Rd.

My internal compass needs some fine tuning.