Friday, December 16, 2005

No "Snow Day" For Transit Users Today

So, if you didn't know, the MTA transit system was going to have a possible strike today. Basically we were on the verge of a city dun dun dun... about to collapse upon itself like an ill-prepared flan. There were good things and there were bad things about this. Good thing: Adult snow day! None of my friends were stressed out about showing up to work today because all of our bosses told us don't worry about it if there are no trains. Just relax and have a good day! Bad thing: No money for Friday. Very bad considering it's the holidays and all.

Speaking of...what do you want for Christmas? I have no idea what to get you.

Anyway, the union and the MTA are still in talks/negotiations, and the only striking going on right now is affecting only the buses. (We'll see how everything progresses throughout the day) So now, I'm at work and I'm tired because I was up late watching updates about the strike. Because of that, and the fact that I woke up early to make sure the trains were running, I just nearly fell asleep here at my desk. What brought me out of my near coma? I had just closed my eyes and was daydreaming about getting kicked in the face...and how comforting that would feel, like a hug or a pillow. Then I woke up thinking how messed up it was that my subconscience just put those two things together. (I take no responsiblity for the association.) I don't know maybe I need to give S and M a try, at the very least, just to teach me a lesson.

All this excitment over the strike really had me feeling like a twelve year old again. Remember when there was the possibility of a snow day? Remember that feeling when you would get up and look out the window and it was snowing like crazy? It was like a christmas gift from nature. It was SO EASY to get up earlier when there was the possibility of no school. Normally on a school day I'd clomp around the house getting ready with zero energy. But on snow days, there was jumping and laughing and dancing and all around glee. And sure, maybe I'd go back to bed and snuggle down in it, but there was no way of getting back to sleep. At that point, sleep was out of the picture.

My point is this...Being that I wish everyday had the obvious potential of adventure and fun like a snow day, my new mantra will be "discover the fun," so at least I won't end up dreaming about being kicked in the face anymore.

5 comments:

Sarah said...

When you're in town...we should pretend a weekend day is a snow day.

There will be screeching and rejoicing.

Captain Happy said...

like banchees of the night...

Sarah said...

...exactly...but during the daytime.

Captain Happy said...

so more like over-excited monkees of "the island." And by island I mean the union jack flag one.

Captain Happy said...

now what the hell does that mean?