...and on falling
let me preface the bastard's opinion on the transit strike with a little bit about myself. the bastard works in publishing. it's not a union job. and of the few union jobs in publishing, there is NO job security like there is in a city job. the bastard will not receive a pension in 20 years of service. the bastard will also not receive an 8 percent raise this year or a 5 percent raise this year. in fact, the last time the bastard saw a 5 percent raise, it was the 90's and the stock market was good. and for a moment, the bastard felt a little bit of sympathy for the transit workers because they work hard at fixing track and junk like that. not so. you see, my father the shrink has been working for a city agency for upwards of 25 years and he knows things. things like that track work is contracted out. so what does that leave the transit workers doing aside from selling metrocards and driving trains and buses? so what the bastard is saying is, i don't see changing the retirement age for transit workers as too big a deal. if anyone's got some insight for me that doesn't sound like bullshit afl/cio unionist dogma, please enlighten me.
anyway, the bastard had it smooth today. nice and smooth. i had to bring extra cargo and i expected asses and elbows all the way to penn and it didn't happen. i had space in front of me and space next to me and as i was on the cusp of sleep, some fran drescher sounding girl decided to document her plight in her best long giland accent preventing the bastard from entering dreamland for the ride. "it was soooooo crowwwwwwdud. it's sooooooooo annoooooyyyyyging." so rather than bash fran in the skull, the bastard takes refuge inside the ipod. can't sleep but at least ray davies will catch me now, i'm falling.