I can make it to work with PATH and some walking but I have to say intentional crippling of this city makes me pretty fucking pissed off at the strikers.

I always feel really bad for workers who are in key industries like this. The strike is the biggest bargaining chip a union has. Without the strike, they're defanged. Yet the public will hate them if they strike and management will take full advantage of that. It's a difficult position for workers to be in.

everyone who can't make it in has to take a personal or a vacation day.

THAT IS INSANE!

Our boss remembers the last strike and decided against carpooling as roads are most certain to be ginormous nightmares.

God, sorry for you all, I'll let you know when and if we have job openings.

As it is, I might walk the 25 blocks to the LIRR and take that into to Penn Station.

THAT IS INSANE!

Yup. Especially this time of year! Who has vacation days left 2 weeks before Christmas???

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as roads are most certain to be ginormous nightmares.

My group decided to take FDR drive instead of the BQE based on the FDR having a better view, since we'll be staring out the windows for at least an hour or two.]

Actually, I've been googling, and San Mateo County has been labelled a "rabies area" by the State Department of Health, so maybe Belmont isn't a totally freak show.

On the other hand... well, I've already mentioned the Castration Certificates.

I always feel really bad for workers who are in key industries like this. The strike is the biggest bargaining chip a union has. Without the strike, they're defanged. Yet the public will hate them if they strike and management will take full advantage of that. It's a difficult position for workers to be in.

Yup. Our bus drivers struck in early-early 2004, and Mgmt. used that to tar them in the eyes of the public. They still haven't recovered.

Our boss remembers the last strike and decided against carpooling as roads are most certain to be ginormous nightmares.

Sounds like you have a smart boss. That's a good thing.

msbelle, Greenbus [link] goes into Manhattan. You probably want to stay home, but if they stop near you and you need to get into the city....

Our bus drivers struck in early-early 2004, and Mgmt. used that to tar them in the eyes of the public. They still haven't recovered.

I would nurse a grudge against an industry that uses my dependence on them as a bargaining chip against their bosses. Nor do I accept that they are without options-- they've rejected binding arbitration for reasons I don't even understand.

the buses will be stuck in the nightmare traffic also. For me it is either the LIRR or stay home. While staying home has an attraction, I know I will not get the work doine that I need.

Human beings perplex me. Tell me why someone would buy a book on a computer program and then be surprised that they have to read the book to figure out how to use the lesson files disc that came with it? Did they think the book was included just to jack up the shipping charges from Amazon?

Timelies all!

Sigh...so my friend comes up to me at dance practice and tells me we need to do something about a baby shower for our other friend who is due in two months. This was news to me, since I didn't know we were the ones to throw the shower.(for some reason I thought that family did that, but I guess it's like bridal showers in that friends do it)Furthermore, I'm the one who has to host it, since I'm the only one who can.(Of the attendants at our friend's wedding, one lives in CA, one's her sister, one's a guy, one lives with her parents, one is in the midst of home remodeling, and then there's me.) I'm really not happy with this, as I've never even been to a baby shower before, nevermind hosting one.

There's also the whole ambivalence about kids in general, which isn't helping matters any. If this were to be held elsewhere, I could politely excuse myself when I got tired of WBBY, all-baby all the time conversation. Can't do that when you're the host. So basically I'm stuck. If I say I can't host, the shower doesn't happen, and I feel like the crappiest friend in the world. Aargh...