Just thought I'd note that the strike finally took it's toll today. I was baffled why people canceled their plans and canceled school because of it, but that was until I attempted to get to church and got stranded at the RER platform. I arrived at 10:54, praying that I would be able to get on a train so I would be just a little late the 11:00 service, but sure enough the screen on the platform said "Prochain Train: 11:54." A fellow stranded passenger informed me that they were only running four out of ten trains, and we seemed to have arrived for the other six out of ten.
I can't help but be spiteful at the moment, considering that they're striking over raising the retirement age from 60 to 62. Oh well. Next week, if they're still striking, I'll just leave at 9. I'm only being somewhat sarcastic...
In other news the weather has finally turned bitterly cold. That's unfortunate timing, with the whole practice of waiting outside for public transportation. Most people will have wasted those two extra retirement years waiting at this rate. And to think I never thought there could be something worse than the Writer's Strike.
Ian
No matter how much I've talked in class about the French and their right (aka: love) to strike, nobody really understands it until they live through it. It's a pain in the derriere, to say the least. And just think what it used to be like before Sarkosy mandated that transportation run at least at a certain percentage of it's service. Before, it used to be nada. Vive les syndicats...
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