This Bus Strike…

So this bus strike … I want to support them. I do! It’s their right! … At least they’re talking, but  (of course there’s a “but”) I need to get to work …

One of the reasons I love living in Cork is as one very drunk stag party participant said one Summer morning a few years back is that “Cork is small enough to get around in, but big enough to be in Ireland!” We don’t need subways, and tramways, and trains, and roller coasters to get around. And although I’d be dubious about getting to work via roller coaster, if I had too I would. All we really need are the busses.

So this bus strike… It’s their right… At least they’re talking, but I need to get to work…

I called in all my favours from friends that have cars or roller coasters, or at least access to one or the other  to help me out and give me a lift, but not only give me a lift to work but help out my co workers and bring them back into town after I relieve them from their shift. I’m asking my friends with cars and roller coasters to be shuttle busses. Because I would have to work 5 hours of my 8 hour shift just to pay the cost of a cab to work and back.  I owe my friends my soul, of which they will have to fight for, or dismantle and portion out.

So this bus strike… It’s their right. At least they’re talking, but I need to get to work… And I have no soul of my own …

The process is relentless. Constantly posting on Facebook, ” Desperate! Need a lift to Ballincollig Thur 3pm & Lift back for Co Worker! Please Help! Anyone?” Keeping it short enough so that it stays in big bold letters, and making sure I do it on my cell phone so that I have the option of turning it into some kind of meme that everyone will look at, because my laptop is 7yrs old and bugs me constantly to update this, that and the current rate of  beach sand accumulation on the floor mats  in the abandon Datsun in Alberta Canada. I post it on Monday, then again Tuesday with a different background colouring so that it looks like a different thought provoking meme. Please someone look at it! I post on Twitter, but the 15 followers I have live in the lost city of Atlantis, … or Colorado… I think … And the roller coaster won’t get me to work on time. … Still would be really cool though… Come Wednesday still no takers, and I post again, and I go to that very uncomfortable and awkward place, breaking through the safe guards to the family politics and ask my boyfriends family, because my boyfriend, like me, doesn’t have a car. … I manage to get a lift, this time, and will start the process all over again tomorrow…

So this bus strike… It’s their right…  At least they’re talking, but I need to get to work… I have no soul of my own & I have sold out to social media …

Feeling guilty and self indulgent, *I* need to get to work, nobody else, I do. But there are kids that can’t go to their after school activities because they depend on the bus. They’re needing to walk home while it’s still light out.  Sure many of the parents that have cars are do what they can to help out, filling up their cars with wayward students, but still there’s about a 1/3 of the students missing, with little hope in sight because the plans for an infra city roller coaster for some reason haven’t been developed yet.

The small businesses in town are suffering. They can afford a roller coaster to bring customers into their shops. And since they’re not a chain, they can’t make up the loss else where.

Even more disconcerting, more disheartening, are the pensioners (senior citizens, for all those back in the States) and people who have medical needs. They absolutely cannot go on the roller coasters! They have to walk  or pay crazy amounts of cash for a cab to get to the hospital to receive ridiculously overpriced, but badly needed medical care. … So they’re walking from the Kent train station to CUH to get their chemo treatments and back. I’ll let you Google how far that is.

So this bus strike… It’s their right…  At least they’re talking, but I need to get to work… I have no soul of my own, I have sold out to social media & am guilty for being heartless…

They’re at least talking… They’ve announce just now that they will come to a decision by tomorrow at lunch. If the strikers get what they want, I wonder if they knew that they held our personal lives, and livelihoods for ransom. We didn’t get a choice in the matter. The strikers took us hostage and held us for ransom with the thought that CIE cared. CIE cares about the bottom line – money. And there are plenty of other ways to disrupt their bottom line than to force us all on the roller coaster. I hope, or should I say “they better” appreciate the turmoil they put us all through, because our suffering saved their arses!

So this bus strike… It’s their right…  At least they’re talking, but I need to get to work… I have no soul of my own, I have sold out to social media & am guilty for being heartless… I was held for ransom and survived. I’m looking forward to a pleasant smile and a fond Thank You from the bus driver on my next several bus rides…