Oh the places you'll go...

Oh, the places you’ll go!

 There is fun to be done!

There are points to be scored.

There are games to be won.

When Dr. Seuss described the places I’d go, I didn’t exactly expect that to translate into a three-hour round-trip to and from work each day. Not to mention all the mileage I cover during working hours trying to track down clients. Seriously. I feel betrayed.

As far as fun goes…well let’s just say it hasn’t gone as far as I’ve gone in my car over the last five months. For real. Since I started working back in July, Gilbert has logged over 20,000 miles. (My car’s name is Gilbert, by the way.) I know. It’s insane. But getting back to fun, there is the occasional exception. Like when I hit a string of green traffic lights, or when the driver in the next lane actually lets me move over after I put my turn signal on. In general though, spending about 25+ hours on the road every week is not exactly what you’d call fun. Again, Dr. Seuss’s predictions fall short.

However, to his credit, the good doctor’s clairvoyance regarding the “points to be scored” isn’t completely inaccurate. Indeed, I have definitely scored a lot of points. Namely, the ones that I’ve accumulated on my Visa for gas expenditures (most of which I do not get reimbursed for). Even if that’s not exactly what the Seussmister meant by that statement, they’re points nonetheless. The gas tank is half full.