Day six and all is not well

It's day six of being held hostage in a tiff between Mayor Lex and the Bus Union.

The Union's point of sticking has been scheduling and they say to Mr. Mayor "take it off, and we'll be back at work".

Our esteemed municipal leader is basically doing a "nanner nanner" at them while he drives around in his Lexus, and down into his warm, underground garage, while postering all the more.

It's become a game of Chicken, or Blink. Which ever you prefer to play.

With no end in site, let me just say "I am not amused."

I've been very lucky to date, begging rides home from a work colleague. Mornings have been manageable as The Huz has a lift in and back (except when he has an audit, like this morning, or an interview, or has to go to Montréal). Then other arrangements are made, with me mostly in the fall-back position.

So far, I think I've racked up four sources for generic offers for rides. (All very helpful. Thank you all for your support. I'm not going to put any one out until I've excausted other options - mainly me!)

I just have a few more days to do the old push-pull, then The Huz is on Christmas shut-down. Better for him. No commute for 10 days. Me, I'll manage.

This post is mostly just a major gripe about the head-butting morons who are screwing around with not just my life, but a couple of aquantances who are going to loose their jobs because THEY CAN'T GET TO THEM.

If this was only summer, so many options would be available.

And, to add insult in injury, we will probably experience a rate hike before we see 2010.

P.S. Happy 45th anniversary Grandma and Grandpa C!