AndMore...Officer... NJ... the thievery and lies... Oh Why?

I grew up in New Jersey, I have moved to a few states but always found my way back.  Much of the charm long gone I have come to realize this is not the state to retire in.  Not the state to afford insurance.  Not the state for fair treatment of people.

My darling niece came to visit with me and stayed a few days.  The time together was both special and refreshing.  On a Saturday night I drove her home.  Since we planned a few things for the day it would be late when we headed to South Jersey.  She lives about 2 hours away.  My poor knees can't handle long drives anymore, so a Saturday night would be just right to take it slow.

We got to her town in good time although the hour was late in the night, 10:30.  As soon as I got off the exit I noticed two things.

1.  There was no one on the road (Rte 9)
2.  There was however a cop in his car parked in the Supermarket lot across from the highway

I made the right out of the exit and went straight on Rte 9 for about 1/2 mile, the required left turn was coming up.  The cop was now coming along my right and passing me.  At the light is a lane just for left turns, then 3 more lanes to the right of it.  He was two lanes from me.  At the green light I made the turn.  Not too long after I saw the cop behind me and with the light on, considering no one else was on the road I could only guess it was for me.  I pulled over.  A young stiff cop approached, highly upset that I 'almost hit his car and only missed it by an inch'.  He repeated this several times.  I could only stare in shock at the blatant lie.  He asked 'didn't you realize'.........This is it.......the moment.....when you could ignite the situation further and contradict a cop clearly looking for a fight or just swallow your pride.  I swallowed until I choked.

The lie
Long story short, he asked for my paperwork, while reaching across to the glove compartment I kept a vigilant silent prayer 'please don't let him be a crazy cop looking for trouble.'  My niece said 'you didn't do that'.  I told her to be quiet.  In my nervousness I dropped some papers.  I had my license, registration but the insurance card was expired.  I knew that just days before I had put the new card in the compartment.  But I could not find it.  He took what I had in my hands and stormed off to his car.

My niece asked 'why don't you tell him he is lieing'.  I answered 'because he has a gun and an attitude, that's  a bad mix.'

I'm not one to use a race card, actually I detest that it gets thrown around a lot but the reality is there is racism.  It exists and sometimes it wears a uniform.

The second lie
'I'm going to let you go on careless driving and not give you a ticket.  I am giving you one for not having the right insurance card.  You can either go to court and fight it, which means coming back here and paying the ticket plus traveling cost or just go online and pay the $30 ticket fee.'  He smiled.

I thought 'he accuses me of almost hitting me but gives me a ticket for the card......whatever' at this point I just want to get my niece home and leave the South.

Lost faith
Turns out the ticket can not be paid online.  It is a mandatory court appearance, a $187 ticket plus court fees.  Miserable, lying cop!

Court
$11.25 in tolls and $30 in gas later....
You and any bag you carry are searched then ushered into a tiny court room that looks like it's falling apart.  The prosecutor aside from the search happy cops are the only ones in there.  A line is formed where everyone is given a choice by the prosecutor.  Your choices are the full payment of the ticket or a reduction plus court fees, you are encouraged in a round about way to take the guilty plea or you would have to return after pleading Not Guilty.  Most optioned Guilty.

The sad truth
The fees are a scam.  People with accidents paid less then me.
The process is the same as an assembly line at a factory.
That court must have met their monthly quota in that morning.
You just take the easy way once you realize even to fight for your right means traveling back and forth, paying an attorney and still hoping the Judge is in a good mood.
Court completely depends on a Judge's mood.

Conclusion
I hate South Jersey
It is sad when you both fear and despise the people who swear an oath to protect you
It is sadder yet when those people are pathological liars
I still spent over $100 just in reduced ticket and court fees
I couldn't head North fast enough

AndMore... Can't touch this!......Shalom

Many years ago when I was a teen and working my first job, my boss was the co-owner of a leather brief case distributor and a Rabbi.  I made the mistake of reaching out to shake his hand when he JUMPED back!  The secretary later told me women could not touch him or vice verse.

I was massively confused...  he was married and had a couple of kids.  For a long time I wondered how those kids came to be.  How could a wife withstand 'never' touching her husband.

Present Day


The train from Secaucus to New York was late.  People on the train were getting anxious, train delays was the excuse given through the pager system.  When we finally got to New York a man dressed all in black, wearing a Kippah and a black western hat along with a long black trench coat...fell.

When the train doors opened he rushed out.  The train from Jersey to NY has quite a gap from train to platform.  On occasion that gap could be quite dangerous.  He never looked down and his foot got caught between train and platform.  He fell and the fall was not graceful.  His hat flew off, his face hit concrete and his brief case went flying.

I was directly behind him.  Instinctively I went to grab him...............but.............that memory of years ago came back.  Can I touch him?  Should I let him fall?  Can I help him up?

During that mental questioning he completed the couple of rolls on the concrete and I just stood there.  On the platform staring.  The rest of the passengers jumped over him, went around us but none stopped.  Not even his fellow Jews.

It bothered me....still bothers me....


I spoke to my co-worker, telling the above story.  He said he took a Human Sexuality class in college.  He said they in fact don't touch women and concerning wives they have sex with a sheet between them.

I said - 'For that reason alone I would convert'.  Why would I stay in a religion that did not allow human contact with ones own spouse?????

On the way home I began to think.....  If he were falling into the track would it be alright then to reach out and grab him?  If he were choking are women supposed to just watch????   What is up with the sheet????

I felt a whole new appreciation for human contact, for my spiritual self and for being the woman I am (well, with the exception of just staring at someone fall and roll).

In the end the conclusion was................................COMMUTING SUCKS!

AndMore...Who watches the children? Who is the adult?

Daily I see this and still it amazes me.

The father walking the toddler to the daycare.  The toddler on a toddler scooter stopping and ranting.  You see him do nothing as the child does what she wants.  The street light about to change and she is standing still having a tantrum.  He stands there with her saying soothing words and apologizing to her.  People behind them shaking their heads as they pass them up.


The mother that allows the child to push her carriage.  Banging into people with mischief in her eyes.  The mother apologizing to those that are hit.  Soothingly begging the child to stop it.


The child that yells at the parent.  Stomping and angry whilst glaring at all that stare.  The parent soothingly asking him to stop.  Apologizing for having to ask him to keep on walking.


The teenager that gets out of the car while her mother is at a stop light.  Threatening to walk if the mother does not shut up.  The mother in despair soothingly agrees while begging her to get back in the car.

Who watches these children that rule themselves and their parents?  Who is the adult?

Speak to your children, explain why you want them to do things, be kind but firm.

These parents read those books and listened well.  Now look at them.  They are beaten and worn, begging for obedience and hating the world for thinking their off-springs as spawns.

Makes me think of a few people and characters:

Joffrey: I'll tell you what. I'm going to give you a present. After I raise my armies, and kill your traitor brother, I'll give you his head as well. ~The boy king of Game of Thrones



Tyler Hadley - beat his parents with a hammer then threw a party at the house.


Look, I really don't want to go to hell, but I can't stop my nature. I'm just a hateful person. ! Stewie Griffin of Family Guy


9 year old Arizona boy who killed his father and another man - 2009


Who watches the children?

AndMore...Commuting disasters, trust issues... hope.

Commuting disasters

If you are not following me on FaceBook then you have missed a lot concerning commuting.  I shall recap:
I moved to Clifton, a nice quiet part of the town... so close to the train station that if I sneeze the conductor can be heard saying 'Bless you'.

I have in the last two months - ended up in Ho-Ho-Kus (again, who names a town Ho-Ho-Kus?) where I believe the only dealership there is BMW.
Ended up in Patterson where I believed I would not survive and would be found shot, stabbed and choked to death.
Not to mention the times I missed a stop and just stood in the train as it went to Upstate and back.

I hate commuting.  It's the price of a mortgage with minimal trains, long waits in between trains, nasty staff and no hope for improvement.  But... as people keep telling me 'at least I have a job'.

Trust issues

It's no secret I have trust issues.  I have been let down by people that one should never expect to be let down by.  I do however at times give it a try.  I've yet to be impressed.  I have however learned a few translations:

I'll be right there = Don't hold your breath loser, I'll get there when my important self feels like it.
I do listen = When your voice sounds better then mine, I WILL listen.
Things will get better = Who the F knows what to say to that mess. Things will get better sounds good.
I'm running late = I'm debating whether you're worth missing an episode of Two and a Half Men.
Did you get your hair done = Geez, I wish you would get your hair done.
Did you lose weight = Good grief, do you own a mirror?
I love you = I f_cked everyone else over, best to keep you on my side.
I'm OK, I don't need anything = Can't you SEE I want something?  Can't you just GUESS????
I'm really busy, but soon we will = Hell no! Hopefully you will forget you asked.

Hope

I have a bittersweet relationship with Hope, that twisted BYTCH!
I grant her access to my heart, allow her to whisper to my mind and she betrays me more then not.  Like a Stockholm Syndrome victim, I keep listening.  I keep hoping and reality becomes one with fantasy.

In summary

If it weren't for the reading, blogging, writing, cooking, and/or just laying on the sofa staring at the ceiling numb... I would go crazy.

Inspiration me...It's been a while. Can you learn and be inspired from.............quotes and movies?

Can you get inspired by old quotes and movies?  Learn a lesson from just a quote?  I can... let me show you how.


God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference. - Reinhold Niebuhr

Wisdom to know the difference - that's where the problem mostly lies.  They say to have hope, but what if the years come and go and hope is still all you have?  They say believe and it shall be.  What if you believe for so long you can't decipher reality from fantasy?  What will courage and serenity do then?

I would say Grant me the wisdom to know the difference, the difference between what can be changed and what can't, then the wisdom to accept it.  The courage to move on and serenity to accept the time it took.


"It's all really very simple. You don't have to choose between being kind to yourself and others. It's one and the same." - Piero Ferrucci

Although in order to be kind to others you must first be kind to yourself.  Learn how, share and you'll habitually be even kinder to both.


Reese: When you find that one person who connects you to the world, you become someone different, someone better. When that person is taken from you, what do you become then? ~Person of Interest
What if the person is not taken away but there...they just stopped being the person that connects you to the world.  You don't go finding another...you learn to search for yourself and know that you will meet others along the way.

'It is better to light a candle than curse the darkness." ~unknown

Oh...but it's easier to curse the darkness.  Harder to walk through touching you way.  I'll light the candle knowing that if it goes out and I run out of matches... I can curse, walk and still find my way.


And a mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone. ~Tyrion from Game of Thrones

Pretty much all those quotes lead to one thing.  Learn!  Watch and learn, listen and learn, see and learn.  When you find you can't learn...  change what you can, accept what you can't and the courage will teach you the difference.

Watchers Journal... The nitty gritty - relationships. Get your LOVE ON!

So I took a FB toll and writing a blog on 'my' perception of relationships won.  Oh Joy!  Here it goes.  It's my two cent worth, I am not a counselor, psycologist or psychiatrist.  I'm merely an observer...the Watcher.

Love potion #99

'From my hearts desire, I do make it so, and seal it with a kiss.' (Their disclaimer - For entertainment purposes only. Magic supplied by you. from Love Spell by Charmed in Company)

 

You can't pour a love potion and make them all fall in love.  You can however make a self love potion #inside.  Love yourself without narcissism.  How can you know how to love another if you don't love yourself?

 

Two parts bitter zero part sugar

 

You don't need to be healed enough to be worthy of love, but you may need to heal before you're ready for your soul mate. You deserve love, as broken or complete as you are. (from Love Alchemist's notebook by Jessica Shepherd)

Get over it!  Whoever did whatever to you does not deserve the power to change who you are.  Forget them and their predator ways, that will be the best payback.  Most predators don't like being forgotten.

When the charming, loving person is really a psychopath, sociopath, narcissist, pathological liar, cheater, abusive or a bit of each..... GET THE F OUT OF THERE!  Really?? Is there any other advise for that? Think... Sleeping with the enemy (with Julia Roberts).  Than go all Enough (with J Lo).

 

I sat and wrote some of the complaints I have heard recently by friends, people at work - just about everywhere.... and my take.

 

He doesn't want to have sex, too tired

No man is too tired to have sex, that's a fact. Even when so exhausted they fall out asleep, junior member there is tapping a thigh and if it could talk it would say 'wassup, how about tonight you do all the work, make it up to you when he's awake.'  A woman can get her libido on just as easily too.

Too tired = something else is going on. Do the elimination process.  See if there is something bothering the person, unresolved issues.  Are you two 'making' time for one another?  If the answer is yes -  Shave it, wax it, Febreeze it, stop whining, bytching, be sensual and if that doesn't work, hire a detective cause those swimmers are breeching another pool.

She nags too much

It's a no brainer. You're not listening. PERIOD. Women don't just nag. They want to be heard, some I agree want to be heard over and over, but that's both genders. Nagging is just a form of Passive Aggressive request. Basically we are trying not to beat your deaf dumb ass by repeatedly asking you to do simple stuff that your brain dead ass should already know how to do.

The ring he got me is too small

Unless he's a Rockefeller or a Gates be grateful you got one. If that doesn't convince you, here's another way to look at it... He wants your selfish ass, take it and run before he realizes what piranha you really are. Seriously???? There are too many hungry, jobless and sick people in this world for me to understand 10K rings and 100K weddings.

She is making this wedding a production

It's your wedding too. Grab hold of your nuts and remind everyone who is paying and what you want. Don't be a miser either. Balance is everything.

I think he/she is cheating on me

We were given instincts for a reason. Unless you have multiple personality or are seriously insecure... your instincts are telling you something so LISTEN.

He/She is cock/pussy whipped

Love these whiners. If a significant other wants to pamper or be pampered, then so be it. As long as there is no berating, denying of rights and/or mistreating I don't see any reason for others to complain. 

 

If a sex treat is on the plan then kudos for them and it only sucks to be you.  Remembering that some pampering is just awesome goes a long way in relationships.  Appreciating one another is not sexist it's sexy.

Seven year itch

There is no itch. She/he is bored with your azz. Spice it up!  Put a wig on, smack him when he walks in and demand he kiss you for it.  Call her up and tell her in a soft voice all the things you're going to do to her when  you get home.  FOLLOW UP on it!  Get your Paprika ON!

I can't live without him/her

If your weak ass is that dependent then by all means jump off the bridge. Only a socio path wants someone that dependent.

 

Love is hard work

 

Love is not hard work.  Building a tunnel, bridge or tower is hard work.  Life or love is not hard, people make it so!

The nitty gritty on relationships is knowing what love is and is not.  It's written best and I have copied it for you here (from Corinthians 13:4):

 

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.

Are you loving yourself, others...love itself?  Get your LOVE  ON!!!

AndMore...Despicable they (it's been a while)

AndMore...Despicable they (it's been a while)

Hiatus is over!!!!

Let's start with a good ole Despicable They:

In the trains:
The nose picker that flings the booger not caring who is watching.....
The conductor that spits while he yells.....

In the cabs:
The driver that talks on the phone ignoring your instructions and taking the long way, for an extra meter run
The driver that slows enough to see if the person is someone they want to taxi, if not they turn the Off Duty light for a block
The person that gets out, taking their time and blocking your way to get into the cab

In the supermarkets:
The one that leaves their purse in the cart, wide open...
The one that leaves their child in the cart, one or two aisles away...
The cashier that is talking to the bagger...endlessly while the line grows longer...
The manager that is never around...probably in a fetal position under his desk when the cashier yells VOID!!

Lovers:
The one that thinks years later all is the same
The one that thinks years later all should be different

Family:
The one that promises and does not deliver
The one that calls only when they need money
The one that betrays you for a buck

Friends:
The one that doesn't realize they have thrown you under the bus
The one that realizes they threw you under the bus but thinks you don't realize
The one that wonders why the friendship ended (their fingerprints on the knife in your heart)
The one that borrows and doesn't pay back, avoiding you like the plague

Co Workers:
The one that preaches of team work but throws EVERYONE else under the bus (busy bus)
The one that hates everyone for any reason
The bitter one that doesn't allow anyone to enjoy a minute at work
The one that takes all the credit when in fact doing NOTHING

General:
The one that makes an offer laced with prettiness but is really hiding a motive
The one that stands in your way then curses you for blocking them
The one that throws their trash in the street then complains about how dirty it is
The one that does not pick up the SHIT their dog left behind

Despicable!!!!  All of them!!!!

What's your list???

AndMore...Gracey! Have a cookie!

Soooooo......

My boss brings in Polish cookies.  Harmless looking nickel size sugar cookies with chocolate covering.  EVERYONE here knows I am allergic to coconut.  The processed kind just sets my body up for a meltdown.  I popped one in my mouth and instantly felt it melting, I also felt my tongue going numb.  A large wad of cotton growing in my throat.

I run to the ladies room and spit the remnants out, stick my head under the faucet all while the new girl looked in horror.  My tongue was numb but I could feel it swelling. PAUSE

PAUSE REASON:  I hate the cold.  Freezing cold that is.  I just can't stand it in the least.  I cursed the weather last night as I waited for the crappy heater to kick in so I could shower.

END OF PAUSE:  I ran to my cube to get my coat, all the while thinking 'If I run to the hospital will I make it?  NAH!'  Seriously....who gets their coat in a crises?

I RAN.  Right out the door heading to the nurses building which you have to run the length of the parking lot (about 1/2 block) up a ginormous hill, then right for about 1/2 a block, up some stairs down a corridor make a right down a longer corridor and to the Nurses office.

I am out of breath, coat open and yelled COCONUT - BENEDRYL which in my mind sounded just right but in reality came out more like DADADUT - BANADUT!!!!  The nurses begin to ask me to repeat until one noticed the tongue.  High level of Benedryl was administered while they tried to coax me to a room to lay down.  I hadn't noticed I collapsed to the floor.  That was a long run with limited breathing.

They had me sit there and all the while I kept thinking what led me there.

Co-worker #1 - Gracey there's cookies there open the box and have one.
Co-worker #2 - The boss brought them in, go ahead.

I had yelled out to the boss to verify (yes, I have trust issues) but he ignored me.

After some more egging on I opened the box and took a cookie.

It hit me... they must be feeling like SHYT.  I grinned...well as much as a swollen tongue would allow.  It took a long time for me to feel my tongue, the drowziness advised the medication was working.  I looked up at the grinning nurses.  One which knows me well enough from all the visits says 'I guess you couldn't start the year without SOMETHING going wrong'.

Seriously????  WTF???? How about some bedside manners!!!  But... I had to smile - she had a point.

A couple of hours later aside from the sleepiness I began to feel like myself only with the fear of food.  I ate leftovers even though I had wanted to get a sandwich before the cookie attack.

I've learned a few things:
Don't eat SHYT where the box isn't written all in ENGLISH
My co-workers are un-intentional evil people (can you hate them if it's not intentional?)
When running to save your life forget the coat
Always carry benedryl even though it's been years since an allergy - you never know when a country will forgoe an important ingredient on the box
When your tongue goes numb anything you say sounds like a toddler learning to speak
Nurses really do laugh at patients
I hate Polish cookies

Inspiration me...the bright side

It usually shocks those that think they know me, but...I give inspirational classes. Teaching people that through the worst of times, keeping oneself positive will help to overcome the obstacles. The teacher is also the perpectual student. My nephew Stewie (his real name is Daniel, I dubbed him Stewie cause he reminds me of the baby in Family Guy)is 6 years old and walks on his tippy toes. After misdiagnosis this Wednesday it was finally stated that he has mild cerebral palsy, he is also Dyslexic. To realize what is in store for him was/is heart breaking. The inspiration that kept me from weeping is his constant smile. The innocence he still carries and the love in his voice whe he says 'I love you Titi' I went to work Thursday after a grueling commute, holiday shoppers and tourists the ruthless day walkers as I call them, blocking every step of the way. People usually follow the 11th hour rule to ask for things. In the middle of it all I get a text from my sister, she is at work in pain and with upset stomach. The pain part got me, this is the sister that follows life like Zena the warrior princess. If she is 'saying' that she is in pain then she must be on the brink of passing out. I convince her to go to the ER instead of waiting for the Dr. Appt that was hours away. 12 hours later during which time it took me over 3 to get to Jersey, go home and get the car then go to her house and walk Whiskey (her dog), then get to the hospital where sis was still in ER. That was only the beginning. Long story short, days later sis is finally doing better, they may let her out soon. The dog is finally sleeping although still sad, I finally got some sleep...Christmas eve passed in a blur. The inspiration that got me through..... Upstate. The thought that soon...don't known when but soon I will be at the mountains, resting, Serenity and Tranquility (Tia and Tio), quiet and hopefully a warm fire place...those thoughts kept me sane. I really had no plans for Christmas, since Dad's death this family died with him. My biggest plan was to just rest and head to upstate Christmas day. Inspiration may be delayed but it will arrive. I learned a few things If you expect nothing you really don't get disappointed I'm not the only one that is left at a hospital even with a large family A pet knows when you're in trouble All dogs should be trained to get along with people and other dogs You don't really miss Christmas dinner, KFC will do just fine People will think of themselves even during a holiday that teaches the opposite It is a miracle more people don't die waiting in the ER It is possible to spill an entire cup of hot coffee on yourself when standing still Xanax won't work whe you are really overly stressed People you trust will betray you and so will their offsprings You can reach the point of no return with others and not lose your compassion in humanity, just your faith in them is lost When all else fails, my mantra gets me through.... Life is not hard...people make it so. Happy Birthday Jesus, at least through it all, I remember what today is about. The birth of hope, faith and forgiveness, from one who taught it by practicing it.

AndMore....Recipe for a Perfect Christmas

I have several Christmas movies I love, one in particular is Recipe for a Perfect Christmas*.  An admin assist for a magazine is given a trial run as a Food Critic, JJ has her hands full.

Her mother Leigh arrives un-expectantly into town.  A mother that previously preferred traveling about to sticking around, but is now in need of family.  You can't run from loneliness.

Alex, the restaurant owner that can't seem to cut a break.  The building owner is evicting him without giving him the chance to let the business grow.

He needs a Food Critic to advertise his restaurant, JJ needs to come up with THE food article to keep her promotion and her mother needs JJ.

Extraordinary story but similar emotions, I definitely can relate to this story on some level.

Trying to keep family together is at most exhausting and futile.  Trying to keep a positive attitude when the chips are down is....depressing.  Trying to put it all together is just a hope and a prayer.

JJ in the end, uses all her connections to get Food critics, magazine editors and customers to Alex's restaurant, on the eve of both Christmas and his eviction notice.  Her mother finally grows up and acts her age; she also helps out in saving the restaurant and her daughters love life.

Wouldn't it be great to make a few calls, friends and co-workers drop everything to save a business, a heart and a family?  Can it really only happen on the LMN channel?  I don't think so.  I have the most fantastical mind and it tells me anything is possible.

I believe that the right compassionate people in ones life can make any miracle a reality.  Her Recipe for a Perfect Christmas was to believe in others and not just herself.  My recipe?  It's to believe that there are people out there that can think about others.  That can say...to hell with my plans, someone needs me.  That can participate in helping another even if it meant nothing at all in return, but that glimmer of hope.

If my circle of friends were to be tested...I would say 3 out of many would be that Perfect Recipe.  That's not a lot of people, but imagine...if each knew 3 that knew 3 that knew 3 and so on; imagine the miracle that could be created.

A family - unknown could have Christmas, a failing restaurant would be full, a home would have a buffet of food, a can could be filled with singles and coins and in turn give someone a coat on a cold night.  Perhaps this fantastical mind can even picture that all would come true with that same band of 3 friends times 3 times and so on.

Now wouldn't that be the LMN movie of the year let alone of Christmas????

If you got that call...from a friend that needed help, would you think of 3 to call and make it happen?  Or is it the norm to just say...I can't, I'm busy, I'm broke, I have my own problems???  I hope not.  I hope you are the friend that starts the miracle wheel.

May my recipe for a Perfect Christmas be your reality of a Christmas should you find yourself in need of it.

*A Recipe for a Perfect Christmas - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0480844/

AndMore...PATH to nowhere

It's a bitter cold morning.  I struggled to get up having been awakened at 4am by noise.  By the time I fell back to sleep that damn alarm clock was going off.  The radiators are supposedly broken so it was a freezing morning in the bathroom.  I bought a power strip to plug a small heater and the power strip doesn't work.

I suck it in and brace myself.  I leave and remember that the car is parked on a street that is cleaned this morning.  I find parking and start my 10 block walk to the PATH.  I get there and can't even get to where you enter the station and go up the stairs.  People everywhere. PATH is suspended, no power.

A slew of cops arrive to announce that the PATH may be closed for hours, to take a bus to Journal Square if you need to get to NY.  People ask where the bus is.  There is only one and it is delayed due to over capacity.  UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE!!!!  I wait for an hour or so then go home.  Might as well work from home and try again later.

As I begin the 10 block walk back home I am alerting those I see that the PATH is closed.  After a few got verbally hostile I decided FUCK IT, let them find out the way I did.

I get home and only think of one thing - BATHROOM.  But the roommate is in there and normally takes about 2 hours.  I go back outside a few houses to a neighbor and use theirs.  I seriously miss having my own place.  I go back home and make myself a cup of coffee.  After a few work emails I decide to trek back to the PATH.

It's even colder out.  I am tired and on my 10 block walk back thinking 'WHY THE FUCK AM I NOT A SIZE ZERO WITH ALL THIS WALKING????'

I get to the PATH and it's packed, the trains are running but still catching up to loading all the people.  I finally board a train and am lucky to find a seat.  The man next to me decides to chat or actually BITCH. 'I had to walk 6 blocks to the train, stand for 2 hours and I'm late.'  He continued with the damages of MTA and PATH decisions.  After a while he noticed I only looked at him and said nothing he said 'I must be boring you'.  I said 'Not at all, I am just wondering why you would think complaining to any other commuter would be helpful.  I walked 30 blocks, stood for over an hour, when I get to NY I have another 10 blocks to walk and arrive to work HOURS late.  I seriously couldn't care less what other people feel about the hell of commuting'.  He got up and stood by the door.  It's getting harder to make friends.

I get to NY and board the NY train, a homeless person is begging for money because he is hungry.  He is slurring his way through the prepared speech.  I think to myself....I should have started my day with a drink or two.

I get to my stop and bundle up for the 10 block walk to work, feeling  more tired with each step. 'What is it all for'?  I kept asking myself all the way.  I sit and write this the whole time thinking...I could swim across the fucking river faster.

I have the rest of the day ahead of me and about 10% energy, this should prove interesting.

AndMore...some more friggin holiday cheer

You better watch out...
It doesn't matter if NJT or MTA have alerts, tweets or email.  You will find out there is a delay when you stand on a platform where no train arrives or find yourself in a tunnel on a stopped train for a long time.  Such was the case on the 30th.  The morning began with taking the PATH for one stop...then nothing.  PAUSE

PAUSE REASON - My trip for those that do not know.... 10 block walk to PATH train, one train to one stop and board another, several stops later get off walk 2 blocks to MTA, take train several stops later get off and walk another 10 blocks

END OF PAUSE, there it ended for a while.

The platform is quite narrow and once filled you are left with either staying on the escalator, if you are coming from the outside or diving off the platform.  People are more aggressive and there is no train in sight.  The costly monitors lie and say next scheduled train will arrive at xyz time (which passed) at track #xyz which is usually wrong.  When that happens those that think they are first in the train because they are at the edge of the platform, are now at the end of the crowd when the train actually arrives on the opposite track.

You better not cry...
It's just hell when finally a train arrives and you are at the end, nooooo where near to boarding and watch that train and the following get packed without you in it.  You finally get to the platform and are pushed, shoved and stampeded so that the ignorant, no class, uneducated bastards and bitches in the back get a seat.

Better not pout...
Ahhhhh.....finally the train is moving....3 minutes in and the dispatcher starts an announcement. 'This train will be making one and final stop..' (WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE!  ONE??? It goes to NY and makes several stops. WTF???)  I start pouting and realize as I look around I am not the only one.
'Due to a medical emergency we will stop at Hoboken and all must get off the train. You can get another train at the Hoboken station....'  (NO YOU FUCKING CAN'T, THIS TRAIN DOESN'T EVEN NORMALLY STOP AT HOBOKEN) 'and catch another PATH to 33rd, WTC or Journal Square (back to the beginning)'.

I'm telling you why...
You get to the Hoboken station and that platform is full, so when they open the train doors only half the passengers can get off.  The conductor is rushing out others (WHAT? WE SHOULD CLIMB ON TOP OF OTHERS AND DRY HUMP THEM WHILE WE WAIT????) without a care that there is no room.  Another 3 full trains later, I get to NY.  MTA is backed up. Of course it is.  It is tree lighting day - WTF do they do this on a weekday???? And the President is coming to town.  Why do we pay for that White House???  I wait for like EVER and take the R train, get off at my stop and walk the 10 blocks to work.  LATE!!!

Santa Claus is coming to town.
If only!!! Then I would kick his fat ass off the sleigh and make those reindeer's get me to work on time!