Wednesday, December 21, 2005

NYC Transit Strike: Now What?

Ok, so I can walk to work. This doesn’t mean I like to walk to work.

My MIL just called and told me to tell my boss that I shouldn’t be walking to work. It’s too dangerous.

She also told me to tell her son that driving into work with complete strangers, even though he is their supervisor, is dangerous. Oh and don’t get ‘The Road Rage’.

My job has an 8 page contingency plan with maps and bus schedules. I guess I really do have to go into work.

My doctor, whom I’ve tried to schedule with since August, just called to confirm come hell or high water, I’m supposed to make it to her tomorrow. Otherwise, I need to wait until February for an appointment.

I honestly think this strike is happening because they know I’m out of birth control and I seriously need to see my doctor.

Craigslist has become a cesspool of trollers.

I’d have more compassion for the union workers if I had a pension plan and a guaranteed 6% increase for the next 3 years.

Heck, I’d be happy to have a pension plan I can cash in on when I’m 50.

Darren said it best yesterday, “It’s not important that you know all the ins and outs of the strike, but, basically, the transit workers asked for a twenty-five percent raise per month until retirement, the age of which they’re trying to lower to thirty-two. Or something like that."

Please oh please, let the FreshDirect delivery make its way to my apartment. I’m out of cheese.

Even though I have to walk to work, I’m grateful to be living in Manhattan and not the outer boroughs.

Muthafunga's answer to the strike: Decimation. "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9... excuse me... here is your pink slip... please fill your name on the top." "if you'd like to apply for your former job.. here are the re-applications with 8% decrease in pay forms" "...1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9..."

Public teachers make less than you make now.

Your parent union isn’t supporting you.

You just lost 1/3 of your fund. What do you really want? Stop throwing out more insane requests.