Strike's On

The MTA decided to strike early this morning, so I'm stuck working at home. None of the subways or buses are working, and even though I live in the city, getting to work is not convenient. I don't own a bike, and even if I did, I don't think I'd feel comfortable riding it to work with a laptop and other things strapped across by back since it's been eons since I've ridden a bike. It would probably take me hours to walk to work. If I wanted to take a cab, I would be stuck in traffic forever sitting with three random strangers, and would likely be dropped off in whatever order my stop was relative to everyone else's. But I'm lucky to be able to work from home. Some people are forced to find alternate forms to transportation.

The Boy hitched a ride with a coworker who lives across the street from him. He'll have to follow his coworker back later tonight also. This carpool arrangement is a mutually beneficial thing. The Boy won't be able to get back home without hitching a ride with his coworker, and his coworker won't be able to drive into the city past 96th street without 3 other passengers.

Working from home will be a bit of a pain without being able to interact face to face with my coworkers, but I'll still be working. Somehow, when I told the Boy that I'd be working from home, it translated into "the girl's day off." So, he's given me his dry cleaning to take care of and would like a nice dinner with dessert prepared when he gets back. Jackass... Gotta go now. I've got a lot to do.