The Morning From Hell

Here's a time line of this mornings events...

7:00 A.M.- Awoken by the sudden strike of thunder, an hour and a half earlier than my usual waking time.

8:30 A.M.- After about a dozen failed attempts to fall back asleep, I found the will power to bring myself out of bed and get ready for work.

9:30 A.M.- I make my way towards the 71st Avenue in the fucking monsoon. Soaking wet and tired, I somehow found a seat on the Manhattan bound F-train.

10:05 A.M.- F train pulls into Roosevelt Avenue/Jackson Heights station. Swarms of wet and disgruntled passengers exit and enter the train. Still half asleep I decided to doze off when the train begins to move. The train moves about 100 feet and decides to stop short. After five minutes, an announcement is mad alerting the passengers that the Manhattan/Brooklyn bound express train will now be moving on the local track. I'm annoyed at this point. But what can you do? At least I got a seat. I doze off again.

10:20 A.M.- I wake up after a woman in her mid-forty's tramples on my foot. The train has STILL not moved. A mutter of "what the fuck?" is let out. Cute latina standing in front of me tells me that ALL trains running underground were now suspended due to flooding. All passengers were directed to move to the front of the train and exit at the 65th street station in Woodside.

10:35 A.M.- I was finally able to exit the 65th train station. Apparently, the E,F,G,R,V service was suspended in both directions. Therefore, my chances of taking the train home were also fucked. The MTA employees had advised commuters to take the IRT 7-train two blocks up. Let's break this down. What does ALL of the passengers from the F train + passengers from previous stops + local people equal? It equals a SHITLOAD of angry people on one train line. The line for the 7-train was so packed, that shit looked beyond dangerous.

10:50 A.M.- I tried to frantically get in touch with my supervisors at Complex. I wanted to let them know the deal with the trains and the possibility of me not making it to work. Luckily I was able to get in get in contact with Joe and he was more than understanding with situation. Props to you homie!

10:55 A.M.- I have no idea where the fuck to go. I knew that there was a bus that ran along Queens Blvd towards my neighborhood. Problem was, I had no idea where the fuck Queens Blvd was. I asked a random guy, for directions and he told me walking to QB would be a complete bitch. And at this point, I was in no mood to walk in the fucking rain.

11:00 A.M.- I walk towards 74th street/Roosevelt. I asked the driver of the Q46 for directions to Queens Blvd, and had told me to take his bus all the way to the Q60, which was on Queens Blvd. All good, I take the Q46, the driver lets me know when to get off and I'm good from here.

11:10 A.M.- Here I am, standing on QB waiting for the Q60 to take me home. The first bus just passes by. Fucking packed! All good, I'll just wait for the next one.... 20 minutes later, two buses passes by which were "Not In Service".

11:40 A.M.- Still waiting at the bus stop. A bus is coming by! "Please take next bus." FUCK!

12:00 P.M.- Second bus comes by. "Please take next bus."

12:15 P.M.- Third bus comes by. The same message of death.

12:45 P.M.- So I wave down a cabbie minutes later. There was no way I was going to wait there all fucking day. Driver tells me "$12" to 71st. Fine with me. As he drove along QB, I looked at ALL of the bus stops and let me tell you. There was no chance in hell I would have gotten on the bus at a reasonable time. I grabbed some food, made my way back home.....

That was my shitty morning...