I'm not really sure what's worse: actual work, or the drive there. Here's what I know we are all thinking on that glorious (not glorious) morning (or afternoon) commute.

1. Adulthood really sucks.

Remember when you were 10 and your only worry was which Jonas brother you liked the most (it used to always be Joe, but Nick has my vote nowadays), and your only responsibility was to keep your Tamagotchi alive? Unfortunately, long gone are the days of carefree summers and boy bands and guilt free Poptart eating. When you're an adult, people expect you to get a "job" and pay "taxes" and "shower everyday." The first thought that pops into my head every time I get into my Kia to drive to work is, "Do I really, really have to be adult today?"

2. Is there such a thing as chronically late?

I have this problem where I never actually show up on time to anything. I am always promptly two or three minutes late, no matter how early I wake up or how fast I drive. If you tell me to be somewhere at 11:00, you can be sure that I will be there by 11:02. Does anyone else tend to underestimate how much time they have to get somewhere? This is especially true when I'm going to work. Even when I work at the same time everyday and drive the same route, I know that I will be late. It's a chronic illness really.

3. I should quit today...

I threaten (secretly) to quit everyday because working customer service makes me pretty ding dang miserable. Sometimes you just want to have a summer where you don't have to wake up before 9am and make yourself look presentable. Sometimes you don't want to drive 30 minutes to your job and smile at mean people and stay awake for seven hours straight. Sometimes you just want to not work.

4. ...wait, I can't. I'm broke.

See, the problem with being an adult is that you actually have to pay for things yourself: groceries, gas, Spotify premium, shoes, etc. My hope to fulfill my dream of not working at my job anymore is consistently crushed by the idea that I have to make money to live. "I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind." Rap music really speaks to me in that aspect. I can never decide if I hate my job more than I love having money or vice versa. My life is a permanent ride on the Struggle Bus.

5. Everyone drives so stupidly.

People either drive like blind 80 year-olds, or Ricky Bobby. Is it too much to ask people to abide by the rules of the road, but also to drive like they have somewhere to be (because most of us actually do)? All I ask for is a happy medium between super slow and drag racing. I dream of a day when people stay in their lanes, and don't cut each other off, and don't make me later to work than I already am.

6. Can people hear me belting?

I'm pretty much 100% positive that everyone has experienced that moment of panic when singing along to T-Swift becomes a free show for the people driving beside you. If you're like me in the car, you never hold back your stellar vocals, except when you suspect that the cute guy in the Jeep can hear you getting your Jennifer Hudson on. I usually get over my car-singing embarrassment pretty quickly though because yolo.

7. I hope people can hear me belting.

I basically give an Oscar/Tony/Emmy/Grammy performance during my commute because how else am I going to keep myself busy? Enough being self conscious about singing in the car; if you hear me singing (screlting) along to Dream Girls, you're welcome (not really; it took me a lot to write that statement). Anyway, I can't be the only one who uses my drive to work as a time to foster my inner Whitney Houston and pretend I'm the star of a new Broadway show...right?

8. Gas is so freaking expensive. UGH.

Gas should just be free for college students. And working people. And EVERYONE. Oprah should pay for everyone to have free gas. "You get gas! And you get gas! And you get gas!" Obviously that's unrealistic, but I feel like I'm working to make money so I can afford to drive to work. That just seems counterproductive to me. I pass numerous gas stations on my way to work and everyday, and the price of gas seems to go up. It's actually really depressing if you ask me.

9. Should I stop for Starbucks?

Okay, this one is self-explanatory. The pull of a grande hot non-fat double dirty chai tea latte is so strong somedays that you can actually rationalize being extra, extra late just so you can have the sugary espresso concoction in your belly. Plus, you just got my gold card and mama needs her stars. Not a work day goes by that you don't think a nice Starbucks drink will make it 500 times better, even though I would down it before I even got to work.

10. I can't wait to call in "sick" tomorrow.

Sick days are premeditated. Usually planned during the drive to work the previous day. Jobs are just life-draining; I believe in the power of mental health days. Remember that no amount of money is worth losing your mind over. So take those sick days seriously everybody! Even if you're an hourly worker and don't really get sick days after all, you still matter and you still deserve to stay in bed all day when you are on the schedule. Don't let pride take over, let Netflix.