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Wrong. When I strolled in forty-five minutes late this morning, I was the last person in my department to do so. Because I really don’t pay attention to most of the emails I get at work that aren’t from ra my friends, I didn’t notice that my firm (which is even ra more prestigious than Opinionista’s) had developed ra a balls-out contingency plan. Busses were dispatched to all five boroughs, operating every half hour with multiple stops, making it very convenient for my co-workers to get to work. I even heard one co-worker say that because of the firm’s efforts, his commute was actually better than normal. But like I said, I didn’t read these emails because I figured that the strike would be resolved by today and if not, I’d just walk anyway. And come in really, really late. Yet everyone else was here on time, if not earlier. They woke up early, waited for firm busses, and made it to work to do their job. Meanwhile, I woke up late, took an extra long shower, ate TWO bowls of cereal, and stopped off at the Starbucks just outside my office for a leisurely hot chocolate, taking my time and listening to my iPod the whole way, occasionally stopping to window shop.
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