Now, I understand why my MIL is always grumpy when she comes home from work. She is a volunteer driver for a transportation company. Her work is to drive people around to go to places. She would pick them up from their homes and bring them to places where they need to go to and pick them up back and bring them back home. She would be driving 300 miles a day at the most.
Today, I drove in the city for the entire day. I tried to familiarize myself with the city traffic. If only it’s not a necessity I wouldn’t really do it. I’m beat. I realized I can never be driver. I realized that I cannot be a professional driver. I realized that there is no way I can take driving as a career. It’s tiring. It’s crazy. It’s driving me crazy, quite literally.