Tuesday, December 20, 2005

The STRIKE gives New York a strike one

Everyone said that I picked the worst time to come to New York for work. I wouldn't even say that I picked the time or location. Since June of this year, I've been passing around my portfolio like a farm tool to Boston, New York, Los Angeles and Philadelphia. It was only a matter of time that I fell through the cracks of the actual talented individuals, who have been fighting their way into the industry. This particular time is difficult. There are so many tourists here, I'm slightly above the totem pole, when it comes to being asked for directions. In the past two weeks, I must have explained to a dozen people that the numbered streets are consecutive. But to be perfectly honest, I've really only come to New York during this time, so the large crowds that blanket Times Square, when I'm trying to find a weekend job, are expected. And the stampede at Macy's, when I'm buying extra socks, is a given. This morning, I took the Metro North (a train from out of the city such as Boston's commuter rail, or Philly's regional rail) from Mount Kisco, where I'm staying, to the city. I had a nice quiet ride, and I remembered that a strike may have happened today. I looked over at the man in the MTA uniform. He had bags under his eyes, but apparently he was headed to work. Then, the train engineer decided to stop at every local stop. The first people to step on the train from the local stop were chilled stiff. They all had runny noses that were close to crystalizing. A communal sigh of relief from the cold was shared by the standing crowd. I gave up my comfortable seat, after I realized that these people had been standing for two hours outside, waiting for their train, and the line behind them was close to a kilometer long. The subway strike had begun. The MTA worker was headed for the picket line, and I am luckily unaffected. I headed to work on foot as usual, and I did realize that there were more pedestrians as usual, but in a "New York is never consistent" kind of way. I have to admit, the fact that the lifeline of Manhattan is not beating will give New York its first strike, but strikes can rescind in New York, simply because it's New York. When they strike out their strike, I'll strike out my strike.

No inventions, but as soon as I become settled into my new apartment, (whenever it may be) I plan on putting in pictures throughout the G-lines Newsletter. I'll bet if I stagger in photos, the reading will be much more entertaining.