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My one way commute is 25 miles. Today it took me 1hr 40 minutes.
I admire your courage1:15-1:30 each way. And it can be brutal.
I walk to the Long Island Railroad station near my house. Figure a 6 minute walk, though usually I leave 10-15 minutes beforehand to be safe.
Then I get on the train for 40-45 minutes. I always get a seat in the morning. On a good day a fat person doesn’t sit next to me. I can spread out and be comfortable. It’s on those good days, with the nice weather, that it’s not so bad.
From here I finally get into Penn Station, walk out up the street, fight through a crowd, and get to the subway. Two stops and I’m in my building.
The good days are OK. The bad days are absolutely horrible. This week a goo example. Trains delayed. 90+ degree temps and near 100 % humidity. I’m wearing a suit. Sweating by the time I even get to the train platform. The trains are delayed due to some amtrak bulls hit in penn station. Because they’re complete ducking idiots. Then they terminate the train on a lark at penn station. So now I and 5,000 other commuters on the platform need to find a connection to NYC. I find one, no seat, so I stand the last 20 minutes. Ok. Get to Penn and it’s mobbed with people. Hard to even work or fight through the crowd. In these moments I think to myself “if I’m ducking al quaeda, Jesus, this is where I’m striking with some kind of bomb or vest, and hundreds of people are ####ed.”
Then I finally get above ground. I’m pouring sweat again in the heat outside. But it gets worse because now I descent to the subway. In the summer it’s literal hell. 100+ degrees and 100% humidity. Just sweat through your suit as you stand on the platform waiting. Oh finally here comes the subway.
its packed but you manage to wedge in between two fat bastards. Oops. The car you lucked into has broken AC. You thought you were sweating already? You didn’t know sweating. Now you’re pouring. It’s barely 9am and you already feel like ####. You get off the subway and walk up to your office. Horrible swamp ### already, sweaty all over, and you just started your day. It’s all downhill from here.
30mins later you’ve been in your office long enough that the profuse sweating has stopped. That’s something.
Then you repeat it all again in your evening commute. It doesn’t get much better and in some ways it gets worse.
I make a ####load of money. It isn’t worth it. One day I’ll switch to a regular type job way the hell outside of NYC.
I take the kids to school or summer camps via subway (NYC) about 20mins and then bike to work- about 15. It's about 15 home from work on bike.I cycle to work. 30 minutes each way.
For the last 9 years, that’s been my commute as well.About 40 feet.. Work from home
Ugh. That's a major reason I've avoided big cities.My one way commute is 25 miles. Today it took me 1hr 40 minutes.
They make seats big enough for two of you on those trains?1:15-1:30 each way. And it can be brutal.
I walk to the Long Island Railroad station near my house. Figure a 6 minute walk, though usually I leave 10-15 minutes beforehand to be safe.
Then I get on the train for 40-45 minutes. I always get a seat in the morning. On a good day a fat person doesn’t sit next to me. I can spread out and be comfortable. It’s on those good days, with the nice weather, that it’s not so bad.
From here I finally get into Penn Station, walk out up the street, fight through a crowd, and get to the subway. Two stops and I’m in my building.
The good days are OK. The bad days are absolutely horrible. This week a goo example. Trains delayed. 90+ degree temps and near 100 % humidity. I’m wearing a suit. Sweating by the time I even get to the train platform. The trains are delayed due to some amtrak bulls hit in penn station. Because they’re complete ducking idiots. Then they terminate the train on a lark at Jamaica station in queens (halfway to NYC Penn station). So now I and 5,000 other commuters on the platform need to find a connection to NYC. I find one, no seat, so I stand the last 20 minutes. Ok. Get to Penn and it’s mobbed with people. Hard to even work or fight through the crowd. In these moments I think to myself “if I’m ducking al quaeda, Jesus, this is where I’m striking with some kind of bomb or vest, and hundreds of people are ####ed.”
Then I finally get above ground. I’m pouring sweat again in the heat outside. But it gets worse because now I descent to the subway. In the summer it’s literal hell. 100+ degrees and 100% humidity. Just sweat through your suit as you stand on the platform waiting. Oh finally here comes the subway.
its packed but you manage to wedge in between two fat bastards. Oops. The car you lucked into has broken AC. You thought you were sweating already? You didn’t know sweating. Now you’re pouring. It’s barely 9am and you already feel like ####. You get off the subway and walk up to your office. Horrible swamp ### already, sweaty all over, and you just started your day. It’s all downhill from here.
30mins later you’ve been in your office long enough that the profuse sweating has stopped. That’s something.
Then you repeat it all again in your evening commute. It doesn’t get much better and in some ways it gets worse.
I make a ####load of money. It isn’t worth it. One day I’ll switch to a regular type job way the hell outside of NYC.
You missed a great opportunity to talk up the potato diet when the fat guy sits next to you on the train1:15-1:30 each way. And it can be brutal.
I walk to the Long Island Railroad station near my house. Figure a 6 minute walk, though usually I leave 10-15 minutes beforehand to be safe.
Then I get on the train for 40-45 minutes. I always get a seat in the morning. On a good day a fat person doesn’t sit next to me. I can spread out and be comfortable. It’s on those good days, with the nice weather, that it’s not so bad.
From here I finally get into Penn Station, walk out up the street, fight through a crowd, and get to the subway. Two stops and I’m in my building.
The good days are OK. The bad days are absolutely horrible. This week a goo example. Trains delayed. 90+ degree temps and near 100 % humidity. I’m wearing a suit. Sweating by the time I even get to the train platform. The trains are delayed due to some amtrak bulls hit in penn station. Because they’re complete ducking idiots. Then they terminate the train on a lark at Jamaica station in queens (halfway to NYC Penn station). So now I and 5,000 other commuters on the platform need to find a connection to NYC. I find one, no seat, so I stand the last 20 minutes. Ok. Get to Penn and it’s mobbed with people. Hard to even work or fight through the crowd. In these moments I think to myself “if I’m ducking al quaeda, Jesus, this is where I’m striking with some kind of bomb or vest, and hundreds of people are ####ed.”
Then I finally get above ground. I’m pouring sweat again in the heat outside. But it gets worse because now I descent to the subway. In the summer it’s literal hell. 100+ degrees and 100% humidity. Just sweat through your suit as you stand on the platform waiting. Oh finally here comes the subway.
its packed but you manage to wedge in between two fat bastards. Oops. The car you lucked into has broken AC. You thought you were sweating already? You didn’t know sweating. Now you’re pouring. It’s barely 9am and you already feel like ####. You get off the subway and walk up to your office. Horrible swamp ### already, sweaty all over, and you just started your day. It’s all downhill from here.
30mins later you’ve been in your office long enough that the profuse sweating has stopped. That’s something.
Then you repeat it all again in your evening commute. It doesn’t get much better and in some ways it gets worse.
I make a ####load of money. It isn’t worth it. One day I’ll switch to a regular type job way the hell outside of NYC.
If you're talking about 271, boy do I not miss those days. We are considering moving out there again, but not until this project is over.Brownsfan said:22 miles each way, mostly freeway. They are in the 3rd year of a 5 year construction project to add more lanes. The morning flows pretty well 25-30 minutes. The afternoon-evening is a nightmare60-90 minutes. Sometimes waze has me just go the back way.