Sentences with phrase «rush hour traffic after»

I get to start getting back in better shape while also avoiding rush hour traffic after work.

Now that I'm home with my baby and don't have an office job, I forget about things like rush hour traffic after work or when school gets out.

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Life is full of little annoyances, but study after study ranks facing rush hour traffic or a packed train as the absolute bottom of the barrel.

After a few days of driving into Boston during rush hour traffic for a conference and being completely sleep deprived, while also trying to pack my life together for a six month Central America travel adventure I was completely exhausted.

After sitting in rush hour traffic for two hours to get to the Inbound Marketing Conference in Boston and being there for a few hours I was starved when I got home.

The collapse of a crane on the Tappan Zee Bridge has prompted a review of traffic diversion plans after the incident snarled rush - hour commuting.

After the HOV policy was abandoned, the average speed of Jakarta's rush hour traffic declined from about 17 to 12 miles per hour in the mornings, and from about 13 to 7 miles per hour in the evenings.

We're at the airport now waiting to go home after getting caught in a torrential downpour and missing our flight (NYC traffic during rush hour is no joke!).

After some pizza and just enough sleep to restore our faculties, we pack up, do a quick early morning drive - by of the Colosseum and head north amongst the gradually swelling rush - hour traffic.

Sitting in stop - and - go rush hour traffic, I looked around at all the other poor slobs and thought, how do people deal with this day after day?

AUTOWEEK.COM EDITOR DALE JEWETT: After two stints in this 2012 Ford Edge SEL — one a weekend spent hauling family and groceries, the other a one - night stand with a double shot of rush - hour traffic — the smoothness and power of the four - banger EcoBoost is remarkable.

After a journey of more than 22 hours, including Atlanta's downtown evening rush - hour traffic, I was more than relieved to pull up the driveway of the St. Regis Atlanta, located in Buckhead at West Paces Ferry Road.

After a journey of more than 22 hours, including Atlanta's downtown evening rush - hour traffic, I was more than relieved to...

«The first picture was taken right away when our guests had just arrived at the studio in order to capture the stress and the fatigue after... working all day long and also from facing rush - hour traffic to get here,» Alberti says.

Ward was inspired by his subject matter after observing a stray stroller amid rush hour traffic at the 125th Street Metro North station.

After driving for three days straight over 2200 miles from Northern New England, it's a bit ironic that my car, which has not had a repair issue or breakdown during the ten years I have owned it, died 25 miles from the Jamboree sight in rush hour traffic at 92 degrees.

After a protected bike lane was installed on Chicago's Kinzie Street: Bicycle ridership on increased 55 percent, according to morning rush hour counts; Forty - one percent of respondents changed their usual route to take advantage of the new lane; Bicyclists accounted for a majority of all eastbound traffic (53 percent) and more than one third (34 percent) of total street traffic during a CDOT traffic count conducted during morning rush hour in August 2011.

Traffic was completely stopped and had to be re-routed in both directions after a serious morning rush hour accident.

Be aware that rush hours and Miller Park Traffic before and after games can be challenging so plan your trips accordingly.

She came over immediately (after sitting in rush hour traffic for an hour) and helped me get some shots.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.