Seriously, I don't fucking understand the traffic system on the East Coast. Out on the South Coast the traffic lights actually have sensors that do their job, while East Coast has timers.

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Hm, I'm not sure if I am imagining it, or if I am just growing vain, but is it just me, or has viewer traffic gone down on the site??

My two latest stories, Valhalla & Little Ninja, they are gaining views insanely slow. I'm not going to stop writing, but I would be lying if I said the lack of traffic did not concern me.

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There's nothing like driving home when it's late and you're tired and an accident shuts down the whole highway into a crawl.

Then this comes up on your playlist:

... and you're like 😎 "hell, yea!"

People be looking over like "WTF?", but you don't care. You're rocking out and the happiest person on the whole damn highway!

I planned on making this blog post a long time ago.

So, some stuff has happened since I published my latest chapter. I was in my first traffic collision among other things. I quit my job, I turned back my circadian (actually, I flapped it the whole way around), and of course I started jotting down notes for my next chapter.

I haven’t worked a lot on my upcoming chapter... and yet, I have. I guess that’s a bit confusing. Let’s take it from the top.

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I once worked my way up to management. Management sucks. I now have a UnionJob where I am part of the crew. As a manager, I learned that the almost universal policy of being able to fire employees who are more than 1 minute late 3 times in 28 days (20 workdays) exists just so that over half the workforce is fireable at all times. This makes cutting the workforce quickly easy.

As a manager, I decided on this policy:

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Maybe it's just me but, at a certain point one must consider their lunch or dinner choices before heading into traffic. You see, traffic is a cruel mistress. It slows up, bogs down and in pretty much any other way it can will make your life difficult. Add into it a sizeable Mexican meal and it becomes the slowest most arduous race against the devil to get home and not ruin your pants.

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