Perhaps a genuine update, in (hopefully) significant contrast to the maudlin, pithy and self indulgent trend my journal has taken on as of late.
Things here are proceeding apace. Slowly slogging though the insurance company's calculated ineptitude, (again, hopefully) solved the dog sitter woes, done most of the Christmas shopping, decorated the house for a holiday we won't actually be present for. The usual post catastrophe holiday stuff.
Friday, we leave it all behind to go to New York, where the annual family melodrama has already begun. As might surprise no one, I come from a long line of combative, stubborn, but ultimately over-sensitive people, which make the holidays a never ending festival of demonstrations and remonstrations of fealty. In an ambitious jump on the proceedings, my father and brother are already not speaking to one another over the weighty issue of Santa at the yacht club conflicting with Santa at the firehouse. I say get the jolly fat fuck with the beard a palm pilot and make him get his schedule straight, but I'm sure I'll be embroiled in it all by Saturday at the latest.
It also looks likely that I'll arrive to full blown transit strike. Note to the MTA: you couldn't have done this when I was oh, say, a junior in High School? I really could have used an extra four days of Christmas vacation then, now, you're just cramping my style. I've gotten my fill of crippled infrastructure in the last four months, really I have. We'll see in half an hour or so I guess.
Hmmn, that was meant to be more upbeat, but hey, bitchy is an improvement over bitter, right? Originally, I was just going to post a picture of my 11' Christmas tree, which I have dubbed, Ozymandias. Look upon my works, tree Mighty and despair!
I really like having tall ceilings again. Hey, that's upbeat.
Update: Looks like its official, I'm a hoofin' it motherfucker once I get to NY.
There is power in a Union
Things here are proceeding apace. Slowly slogging though the insurance company's calculated ineptitude, (again, hopefully) solved the dog sitter woes, done most of the Christmas shopping, decorated the house for a holiday we won't actually be present for. The usual post catastrophe holiday stuff.
Friday, we leave it all behind to go to New York, where the annual family melodrama has already begun. As might surprise no one, I come from a long line of combative, stubborn, but ultimately over-sensitive people, which make the holidays a never ending festival of demonstrations and remonstrations of fealty. In an ambitious jump on the proceedings, my father and brother are already not speaking to one another over the weighty issue of Santa at the yacht club conflicting with Santa at the firehouse. I say get the jolly fat fuck with the beard a palm pilot and make him get his schedule straight, but I'm sure I'll be embroiled in it all by Saturday at the latest.
It also looks likely that I'll arrive to full blown transit strike. Note to the MTA: you couldn't have done this when I was oh, say, a junior in High School? I really could have used an extra four days of Christmas vacation then, now, you're just cramping my style. I've gotten my fill of crippled infrastructure in the last four months, really I have. We'll see in half an hour or so I guess.
Hmmn, that was meant to be more upbeat, but hey, bitchy is an improvement over bitter, right? Originally, I was just going to post a picture of my 11' Christmas tree, which I have dubbed, Ozymandias. Look upon my works, tree Mighty and despair!
I really like having tall ceilings again. Hey, that's upbeat.
Update: Looks like its official, I'm a hoofin' it motherfucker once I get to NY.
There is power in a Union
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Personally, I wish the union could have found a better way, or a better time to take this action because I really think it's killing them with the public. They have a serious, very legitimate complaint, but people aren't listening because it's cold and Christmas. The MTA has somehow found a way to fuck commuters, its employees, and working people and come out looking better that the union (to many). If they could only be this good at doing their real jobs, you know?
happy holidays