DUN DUN DUN!!!

Well it finally happened, ADULT SNOW DAY!!!
I woke up at 5:00 this morning to see if the strike had finally been called (there was still no word at 2:00 last night) and couldn't tear myself from the television after I had turned it on because, admittedly not at my finest hour, I had turned it to the sensationalist FOX news channel, which was making everything just a little more dramatic. In my defense, FOX was the only station reporting live with news about the strike, besides turning the television off I had no other choice. (Note to every other television station: What the hell? Get up.)
Not having the foresight to plan for a strike, I started text messaging all of my friends to see how they were getting to work. My good friend Brianne responded back saying she was already headed into town (this was around 5:45 in the morning and she left at 5:15!) but that if the strike continued into the week, she would gladly take me in the future because they needed a fourth person to get into town. Now knowing that she was awake, I gave her a call to see if she had any ideas for me to get into the city. Luckily, one of the people riding in her car had a brother who was heading into town later in the morning and gave him my number. I ended up being about an hour late for work, but I did share a hilarious car ride into town with three men (a Slovakian, a Romanian, a Croatian) and a Polish woman that we picked up on the way. It was like the United Nations Carpool, all we needed were tiny flags to wave.
(Sidenote: ok, they were saying some of the most ignorant and racist stuff I've heard in a long time in the car and yet, it was hilarious. Not that I condone or celebrate ignorance and rascism, but it's like when Chris Rock or Sarah Silverman say that kind of stuff. They're all fully aware of how wrong what they're saying is, and that's exactly what makes it so right.)
I just moved to New York at the end of September and it was the first time I went over the bridge from Queens to Manhattan. In all seriousness, I felt a little like a celebrity going OVER the Hudson instead of UNDERNEATH it. The commuting time in the car took less than my usual train commute. All in all, I've had a very lucky morning.

I should start gambling NOW.

Endnote: The reason why I should start gambling? Yesterday after getting off the morning train I picked up my check from the temp agency and then took another train to Grand Central (see how much I rely on the train?). When I got in front of the building that I work in I was suddenly aware that I had no idea where my paycheck was. As I was checking in to the building the zipper of my bag broke. (Heard under my breath: "Yeah, nice fucking morning. Awesome.") I was in a sad state. I got upstairs and asked one of my co-workers if it would be worth it to go and look for the check. She said, "Well it's going to cost you $25 to cancel the check and that's really no problem. You're here early though, it wouldn't hurt to just go and look." So I run out and down the street, looking under cars, in the gutters, dashing my gaze back and forth like a seriously f'ed up crazy person. Nothing. I went into Grand Central Station and realize I don't have my metro pass with me so if I don't find it before the turnstile, I'm screwed. Just about to give up hope, I see it at the top of the stairs from the turnstiles, unseen and walked upon by everyone hurrying off to their jobs. WHAT?

WHAT!!!!!?

It's almost too extraordinary right? I should at least go to an audition that I don't belong at, like Twelve Angry Men or the Metropolitan Opera. With my luck, I bet I'd get a lead.