Tangentially related to getting stuck in a tunnel obstructed by onions: one time I was stuck in a traffic jam on I-95 in Philadelphia, traffic completely stopped for about three hours. Eventually we got moving again and passed the source of the jam. A semi carrying a load of honeydew melons had caught fire. I would have thought melons contained enough water to prevent them from burning, but that was not the case.
I spent the last year looking for a house to buy, and since it took me a year I got to see many of the shit-bucket houses I was looking at (since they were in my price range) get bought up and “flipped” - which usually amounted to just some paint slapped on everything and those fucking grey fake wood vinyl planks that everybody loves these days put down everywhere - and then resold for absurd prices. I respect people that do a good job of renovating houses, but most of these flippers aren’t doing that.
My last job was 8 hours of work and an hour commute each way, but it was by train so it wasn’t too bad since I could read my book or nap. Have to drive an hour or more each way is suicide-provoking for sure.
I was a software developer and I often interviewed prospective candidates by phone. It was hilarious how often I heard keyboard tapping in the background after asking a question, and sometimes I could hear other people whispering. I was like c’mon - I’m only phone interviewing to see if it’s worth our time to bring you in for an in-person interview. You’re not going to be able to Google shit (or have your friends do it) when you’re here, so this tactic is not going to land you a job.