Kristoffer sent this today: "hmmm, maybe a good opportunity to UPDATE, considering you're in the city brought to it's knees and all, but no....we get to look at fun with ornaments. good times. love you."
I think he has SOME NERVE even ATTEMPTING to give me shit considering he missed my birthday by like, TWO DAYS!
This is what it's like to be in New York during a transit workers strike heading into a major holiday: It motherfucking blows.
What else would you like me to say?
Imagine you live outside a major city, wherein resides your workplace, your gymplace, and everything else. Imagine you can't get in unless you agree to sell your firstborn to a cabdriver who is clearly taking advantage of what is a state of emergency and taking your poor ass for all the cash in your wallet. Imagine that you then have to sit in the front seat with him while he drives like a maniac in traffic that barely moves.
Imagine that it's close to the coldest day of the year. In fact, it's the first day of winter.
Imagine that you have to carry a week's worth of clothing and your holiday gifts around because you don't know when you'll be able to leave the city, but you're hoping it's today.
Imagine the disappointment of realizing some of your gifts to other people will not arrive on time and will need to be sent after the fact.
Imagine the cash you'll have to shell out to move around the city and feed yourself. Cash you don't have because it's the holidays and EVERYONE'S poor around the holidays!
Imagine seeing the city you live in empty except for some stranded tourists, deprived of much-needed holiday profits.
Imagine feeling finally beaten down by your city; feeling exhausted and compromised to the limit of your resources. Imagine how fucking OVER this city I am.
Imagine twice the horns and sirens.
Imagine walking 2.5 miles in 20-degree weather to get to work. (Not me...coworkers!)
Imagine being subjected to the lamest holiday office party ever, scaled back because of the strike.
Imagine reading articles about the strike costing the city $300 million a day, that the average income of an MTA worker is more money than you - with your $120k college degree - is thousands more than you currently make.
Imagine facing a long commute home for the holidays, looking forward to a ride that is already an exhausting three hour, 5 train experience, and anticipating local stops and standing room only on top of that.
Imagine all that crap and maybe you have a glimpse of how fucking shitty it is to live in New York right now.
Any other questions?
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And Dee, that's why I got the hell out! I was too tired to take it anymore. Southern living is the life for me!
Come visit! I have a car!
Danielle, I can appreciate that you might be annoyed at and tired of New York City after recent trying events. I can even appreciate that you are possibly considering relocating to another, warmer, perhaps Mother Fucking Delightfully Californian spot on the globe. I can even appreciate the fact that December, containing a minimum of two mandatory holidays, your birthday, and lots of general anxiety, might have used more than your usual allotment of free time. Judging by your blog, this equals about ten hours per month.
HOWEVER I DO NOT SEE WHY I SHOULD APPRECIATE THE LACK OF BLOG UPDATES DURING THE HOLIDAY SEASON WHEN THEY ARE SO DESPERATELY NEEDED!
Please. For the children.
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