Tuesday, December 20, 2005


Suck my Balls, Transit Workers Union. You've ruined Christmas!

Tales of my exploits to follow...

6 comments:

Leah said...

As soon as I heard that this morning, I thought of you, I'm sorry Cupcake :(

jesse said...

Sorry, I think New Yorkers are a bunch of big babies. It's a huge hassle, sure, but this is how labor agitates.

Cupcake said...

Bullshit. Look, I actually feel bad for the workers. I bet many of them do not want to strike, especially considering that they are being docked two days pay for every day on strike. But the Union and that fuckwit Toussaint can bite my dick. Do you know what the chance of me getting a 10% raise over three years is? And the sticking point of their grievance is bennefits for future employees, who haven't even been hired yet.

I am pretty fucking fortunate here; the strike is hardest on the working poor- people who need to show up in order to get paid, people who are trying to take on more hours to make some cash for the holidays. These are the same people who can only afford to live way out in the outer-bouroughs. I can only imagine how early you had to get up this morning to make it in from Sheepshead Bay and Ozone Park. And if you went to bed last night before the strike was announced, you're probably up shit creek and out a day's pay. Not everyone can "telecommute". Not everyone has Goldman Sachs sending a bus for them. Sure, for some people this is a minor annoyance, but for some people it could be life or death.

jesse said...

I don't think the demands of the workers are that unreasonable, I really don't. But you make a strong point about the working poor.

I think the biggest reason I hadn't considered them is that the news agencies keep interviewing whiny members of the upper middle class who I have no pity for. It's easy for me to feel like I'd be a stalwart trooper in this situation because I'd have less to lose. Point taken.

Cupcake said...

Jesse, I respect that you can see both sides of the issue. You're right, the media is partly to blame for neglecting to portray the effects on poor families.

I just found out my friend has the flu. During a normal week, fine, call out. But she's gotta somehow get to Penn Station tomorrow to get home for Christmas. I can't imagine trying to make this ridiculous ad hoc commute with all your luggage and a burning fever. Good luck, EmilyM!

LaHipster said...

Hey, feel bad for us yuppie telecommuters! TimeWarner cable was out in center slope all day and I had to compute from the Tea Lounge, where there is apparently a toddler singalong on the hour. ON THE HOUR.