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And now I bring to you a journal entry - from my dad's office, where I have been forced into hard labor for less than sweatshop pay. (Read: no pay.) I don't know if anyone's heard about it, because it's mostly a local thing, but there has been a transit strike for the last two and a half days. Now, I normally wouldn't care, because normally I'd be at home and only leaving to walk maybe three or four blocks in any direction for lunch and such. However, when dad decides that I must be in the office to "help" him (read: answer his phone, which doesn't ring that often), I get a little annoyed. Because this means a two and a half mile walk in both directions, and it's freezing outside - especially when it gets dark - and the first day of the transit strike (which is illegal, by the way) made me and my mom miss the Messiah sing-in, which has been our tradition for the last six years. I was very unhappy about that. I'm even more unhappy about what this is doing to the economy - tourism traffic has basically grinded to a stunning halt, though New Yorker foot traffic certainly hasn't, and as much as I hate tourist traffic, it's killing most of the stores that rely on said traffic for most of their yearly profits. It's also a retarded time to have a strike, simply because it's one of the busiest times of the year in terms of traveling and going out for dinner and that sort of thing. So all in all, it's not cool. Very not cool.

But whatever.

At least I got about a quarter of my holiday shopping done before said strike. I can do the rest tomorrow - it's supposed to end this afternoon. And it better. (I still don't like being here. I'M BORED!!!)

As stolen from know_your_story

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