You know, I’ve always considered myself a patient person. I adapt, I’m flexible, I’m the embodiment of the Zen philosophy - so help me God. But there’s absolutely nothing that tests that patience (and admittedly, sometimes fizzles it out) like my daily commute.
It feels like it’s construction season all year round here. Everywhere you look, you’d see those fluorescent orange cones and smoky drills and massive warning signs.
And I get it. I really do. They’re fixing roads, building bridges, creating infrastructure - all for the collective good. I also realise that we need regular maintenance to have smooth roads and safe bridges, and I appreciate the hard work and effort people put into it, rain or shine. I understand that it’s a whole process.
But for the love of sanity, can they not work out some kind of system that doesn’t need us to cling on to our dear life as we navigate through these narrow, ever-changing, makeshift lanes? I mean, GPS doesn’t help when you’re combating spontaneous lane shifts and redirections or when you’re staring into the headlights of a truck coming your way in your designated lane.
And the flip to this coin is the monstrous traffic these constructions create. A journey that should take me 20 minutes tops ends up being an hour-long ordeal or even longer! I’ve been late to meetings, first dates, and once - embarrassingly - to a funeral.
