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11/30/2009: "I'm alive, I swear"
mood: Sleeeeepy
Sorry for being quiet for the last two weeks, its been rather interesting around here.
First, the amount of research required for my college class has been mildly ridiculous and taking up way too much of my time.
Second, issues at work caused us to have to start pulling shifts 24 hours a day. And I got stuck on night shift last Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday. So, I slept through Thanksgiving. And my body is now utterly and completely confused as to what time it should be awake/asleep.
Late Friday / early Saturday, as that was the one night I had off, I did a grocery run (yay 24 hour WalMart). There's an expressway that runs through town - only lasts from one end to the other, and its the quickest way for me to get to WalMart as I'm on the opposite end of town. As I was about to get on it, I saw some cop cars, lights going, turn on it. I contemplated taking some other road - never good to follow the blinky lights, right? Well, I followed the blinky lights.
Arrive on the scene of some accident, they've got the road closed, and so I sit there for a while. Then about half a dozen more blinky lights show up, and more cars are piling up behind me. Eventually they get the road closed off so that cars quit piling up. Then they get a ramp closed off so that we can get off the expressway.
Now, I was about the third car to get stopped. The first two were on the shoulder, and I got directed to pull behind them. Too easy. Then some guy pulls up behind me (left lane) so I pull into the middle lane so I can shimmy between him and the cars on the shoulder (backwards) to get where I was told to get. Well, this guy pulls right behind me, parking me in (crookedly) behind the first blinky lights. So I'm in a very awkward position.
For some reason, the trooper picks me to be the first person to try and turn around. Why he didn't start with the cars at the back is beyond me, so now I have to back up past about half a dozen cars, to include a cop car w/ door open, then try to make a u-turn in reverse, when the shoulder is all full of snow. At about 4AM. Then I had to negotiate an obstacle course of more blinky lights and flares to get off the stupid expressway.
According to the radio this morning, it was a suspected drunk driver who went through the guard rail and dropped 40 feet to a rail yard. Critical condition, suspected back injuries.
So much for me thinking that most of the drunken idiots would be off the roads by then.