Strike aka greve = unhappy Kristin

Grumble grumble….. there is a storm cloud over my head, because there is this huge massive metro strike today, and like one in three metros are running, but that is on only part of my line, and so coming into work was really blooming difficult. I had to walk way in the other direction to catch a communter train to St. Lazare, where I was able to take line thirteen to duroc, and then I walked to work. The commuter train was f*cking crowded, I had people squished up against me on all sides. I HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, touching strangers. Ugh. It took about 2 hrs to come to work.
Plus this is so not the time to have a strike, because the olympic commission is in paris, visiting as part of the olympic bidding process. Paris is the front runner- or possibly was- betting out London, UK; Moscow,Russia; Madrid, Spain and NYC, USA. I hope this dumbass strike doesn't cost Paris the olympics.
Plus last night, I was phoning around about getting a taxi for my trip, because I have to catch the bus to the airport at 6am, and I was told to call back today to book the cab, and the one cab company I did call was going to charge me 35€, its not that far of a distance! Apparently they charge you if they have to come a long way to pick you up. It is such a retarded system, I much prefer to the Canadian way of taxis.
I didn’t do anything last night, except laundry in preparation for the Barcelona trip. Binnie doesn’t have a dryer, and so we have to hang our clothes to dry and it takes FOREVER! My nice clean beige pants, are now black at the bottom from having to walk from the far metro stop.
Je deteste le greve!