... AND I HATE MY NEW OFFICE'S LOCATION.

Two days and I already lost about six hours of my precious and unique life stuck in traffic.
How come traffic in that side of town seems so much more dangerous and aggressive? Here even when there was traffic, I just had to raise the volume and chill.
It seems there are ten times as much beggars in every red light, which doesn't help a lot in breaking the tension. Plus, every single street seems to be packed, and no alternative seems to be good. Can someone take two hours a day stuck in that sort of traffic?
Plus, now I don't get to eat lunch with my mom, which is bugging me a lot.

Can't stop bitching about life today!