Frickin' Transit Strike

I wanted to write a well worded acid rant about how ridiculous the transit strike is (do you even know why they're striking??? Because these guys, who make an average of $63K without the benefit if a college education or a skilled trade, want to continue to be able to retire at 55 years old with full pension benefits, continue to receive health care benefits with no cost sharing and want guaranteed raises of 8% annually. Um, yeah. That certainly is poor and downtrodden. My ass.)

But I'm too exhausted by my two and half hours spent in traffic (and note, I work in Newark, supposedly unaffected by the transit strike, except that everyone and their mother decided to drive into the city today because of the strike, hence my two hours in the car to drive my five miles home!) and too angry about missing my soccer game that I was looking forward to playing to write anything remotely coherent.

So I have one small thing to say to the Transit Workers Union Local 100... screw you.

That thing that starts with a W, ends with a K and we don't talk about here

I'm not an idiot, so we don't talk about that thing that I do every weekday and some weekends and that is going really, really well.

But it IS going really, really well. And, while it's pretty much all-consuming, I am really into it and passionate about it. And I'm kind of obsessing about it to the exclusion of a lot of other things, like this blog.

I promise one day, when all of this has paid off and I'm in the corner office with a view, I'll still remember you little people.

Hee.

Carcass



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Homeownership

The drawback to having a large yard, with lots of trees...



Ouch. My arms sure are going to hurt tomorrow.