Sexual Fantazy Come True
My new job was pretty good — better pay, better opportunities for
promotion, more responsibility — but the commute back and forth was
getting tedious. Lots of people would say that the 35 minutes each
way wasn’t bad, but I was used to the five-minute commute I was used
to. I’d started listening to the radio more intently than had been my
custom, partly for the traffic reports but mostly to avoid boredom. I
had tried listening to books on cassette tape, tried to think about
work and keep notes about decisions and ideas, tried singing along
with the radio. Everything helped, but nothing made a real difference.
The commute was just plain boring. (more…)