April 7th, 2005

hasui: winter moon

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Whatever the malign astrological influences are that've been at work this last week, they're still working overtime. I find myself sinking into a generalized sullen irritation: though mind you, a threatened transit strike is reason enough to be irritable. I could silver-line it: a transit strike means more money for replacement worker me, since certain staff can't or won't get into work if it happens. But I don't feel like silver-lining it. I feel like sneering at the one staff who loudly insists that *she* isn't walking any three subway stops to work; the more so as another staff who lives thirteen stops away and across the Viaduct is all prepared to bicycle in.
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