The revolution may be televised but it seems I’m not always watching.
Because I go on self imposed television news blackouts from time to time, I didn’t know why there seemed to be so many extra humans on my 8:15 to the city.
I arrived downtown and found myself queued up behind a bunch more than usual bleary eyeds for coffee.
After I got to work and declared myself awake, I read reports on the Internet that the fine workers of the Toronto Transit Commission are saying hell no, we will not be driving 700,000 of you to work this morning.
One of the reports stated the issue as management wanting 100 workers to switch from a day shift to a night shift permanently because it’s cheaper. Another report had some safety concerns cited. Some said they were locked out, others said the whole thing was an illegal action.
I just enjoyed the whole wildcat atmosphere created since usually we’re given fair warning about these things and everyone draws up lame ass contingency plans. No time this time.
This all coincided with ride your bike week or whatever that’s called. Do I even still own a bike?
Currently it’s 34 degrees Celsius with a humidex making it feel like 42. For the uninitiated, that’s 107.6 in dog years. I mean Fahrenheit.