The title of this blog was suppose to be “On the Road Again” but considering yesterday’s events the topic has changed a bit.
Yesterday, I was in a pretty bad accident in Long Beach on my way home from covering an event. Everyone is okay, but both cars are most likely totaled. I won’t go into the details of the accident because it’s not really necessary and I definitely don’t need a lawsuit on my hands.
The accident came after an entire day of dodging bad drivers. There was the woman who cut me off to make an illegal right turn, the idiot from Jersey who used a highway on/off ramp as an acceleration lane to pass people on the highway and the douchbag Nassau Community College student who also sped up when he saw me changing lanes.
Famous last words to a couple of coworkers was, “I really feel that at some point before I leave this place, I will get into an accident.” I didn’t actually expect yesterday would be the day. I’ve been doing the commute for almost two years now, putting about 60,000 miles on my car so the chances I would have left NY unscathed were slim to none.
My fault, her fault, no matter. Yesterday’s accident was the final straw dealing with driving in NY.
I’m tired of being tailgated and watching people blow red lights. I’m tired of people speeding up when they see me changing lanes and not move out of the way for a fire truck on a call. I’m tired of people speeding down residential streets and honking when you don’t race off the line when a light turns green.
In March Chuck and I planned on heading down to North Carolina again for a job fair geared toward people who have degrees but lack a teaching certificate. We would only be there for two days, but we looked forward to a chance to speak with district administrators about our futures in North Carolina. There, Chuck could say, “I drove 12 hours to be in Raleigh for two days and to speak to you before driving 12 hours home. I am serious about making a move.”
With a natural desire to hire one of your own, it is very hard to be considered for jobs from another state. Especially a state that has been exporting North Carolina residents for years now. The fair was a chance to prove how serious we were about moving down.
Chuck said we are still heading to this fair next month, but I’d be lying if my current situation isn’t a blow to our plans and my confidence.
It does, however, enforce the goal to move as soon as we can to a place that is far away from the Long Island lifestyle.