The Road More Traveled (For Now, At Least)

Ah, the morning commute. Forget those disturbed mornings of running after the bus, fighting for a seat on the subway, waiting in overcrowded cars pressed up against someone you'd rather not be-- all for the pleasure of trudging to work (then home) in the cold of winter.

Yes, forget those days, New York City.

Welcome to my world.

Just about everywhere else in the US do workers experience the pleasure of driving. Yes-- the sloth-like crawl to the interstate, fighting over the last 3 inches between your bumper and the guy in front, only to have some jerk-off sneaking his way in front of you; and let's not forget, the stop-and-go-2-mile-an-hour pace down the roads, catching every red light.

Brings back memories, all right.

I might be the only guy who doesn't mind driving into work, despite the agony of traffic. I love my car. We've been through a lot harder journeys than this. But I would have to say that it's about the only thing I like about the TWU strike-- the chance to drive.

It would just have to happen at the most inconvenient time: a week before payday. I'm all out of money until Friday and it worries me because if this is any indication of what I will have to face, I'm gonna be a broke-ass Monkey before next payday. And a tired one, too, because I have to get up extra early to pick up a few people from work.

It's not so bad because B has been catching rides with me. But it's the planning from day to day about who I'm taking with me. One good thing about it is I get to know Brooklyn a little better.

It would be nice when this thing ends. At least I can go back to getting a little more sleep.