I sleep all night and I work all day

The commute home this afternoon was extremely frustrating. For some reason there were a lot of people driving 50-55 mph, until they came to the passing lanes, when they suddenly discovered 65 mph. Then, back down to 50. Fucking fuckers. Why do people do that? I pass this roadhouse every week, and in a fit of pique, I pulled over to let the slowpokes get a bit ahead. It was that or road rage.

Tell me Oney's piercing blue eyes don't speak to you.

Next week, I'm in the home office Tuesday, then orientation in the state capitol (I don't work for the state government...but I also do; it's weird, but hey, I have to follow a boatload of ridiculous rules*, so I'm not going to feel bad at being able to get a government rate at hotels, etc.) on Wednesday and training Thurs/Friday. I'm hoping I can get out early on Tuesday, because Wednesday will have me on the road for four hours. Ugh. I'm already on a first name basis with one of the hotel clerks and am starting to suffer hotel skin. I'm hoping I can book one of the office cars - people who have the furthest to go can bump others. It'd keep some of the miles off my car if I can do that for at least some of these trips.

*Every time I talk to someone, I have to ask them if they're registered to vote. Even if it's clearly marked in their file that the question was asked last time, and they are, in fact, registered. Do I have to tell you how stupid I think that is? Federal government says it must be done. Every. Single. Time.