If you're looking for a career that involves mild sadism on a large scale and has a good benefits package, road construction management is for you. Or so we think.
It's like they scheduled all these projects at once, right? You can't get anywhere.
Last summer, one route I took home was detoured for weeks, routing three busy lanes through a less-traveled route that had one lane. You'd get about one car through each light. Dogs give birth to more puppies in an hour than the number of cars that made it through the intersection. Of course all the buses were routed down this road, and, of course, there was a transit station that had even more buses joining the conga line, and since the buses don't want to hit each other, it was like watching Lutherans tango.
My road-construction column is as perennial as it is predictable. The only way I could be more of a lazy hack would be to say, "Hey, how about those pumpkin spice barrels that block off the lane? Pumpkin Spice! It's in everything these days. I'll bet they put it in the sandbags that hold down the detour signs, am I right?"
Look, we all complain about traffic and construction, but keep the following in mind when grousing about it:
No one cares.
As bad as you have had it this year, everyone has had their own bad year, when the delays were so hideous that MnDOT was pulling a skeleton out of a car once a week: "Boney on the off-ramp, send a truck." You didn't care because your route was flowing like the Mississippi.
It depends on whose gored ox is stuck behind 45 other gored oxen, trying to merge, in other words.