Yep. I used to drive ~100 miles each way to work. Shit happens.
Fortunately, I USUALLY had a boss who understood that when commuting, one fuck-up on the freeway could delay me. I always left early enough that without such fuck-ups in traffic, I was between 30 minutes and 1 hour early...time for a short cat-nap or a breakfast burrito from the roach coach...(or both) BUT, once or twice per year...shit happens and I'd be a bit late. I always called the boss and let him know though.
I had a job, must have been around 1988, I'm guessing, it was in an ink factory. Me and this guy were temps, and I was hoping to get hired permanent, the job was union and after 3 months IIRC you were either permanent or out of there. Being union, it paid well. I was already fantasizing about the new car I was going to buy (I only had a bicycle).
That other guy, one day he wears this T shirt that says in big letters, "Shit Happens." That was the first time I ever saw (or heard) that phrase. Next day he was fired. Shit happens.

The guy I was working under gave me a negative assessment at the end of my 3 months trial period, I guess it was up to him. I was never late, always did the job, was reliable, I wanted to be permanent, but I think he just asked himself if I was the guy he wanted to work with indefinitely and the answer was no. He was latino, an uneducated immigrant from Puerto Rico. I think he wanted someone more like him to work with day in and day out.