Today I am very glad I no longer work in downtown San Francisco. Because BART across the Bay is shut down and the freeways & buses are a mess. I took a bus into downtown Oakland, and the line to catch the transbay bus from the 19th St. BART stop was two blocks long.

Today would have been a good day for all those folks to "work remotely". IJS.

Yeah, this is fucking us up pretty good. I can only do so much remotely without my work laptop, so I hope the traffic clears up in a couple hours so I can go in and get some real work done.

Yikes.

I don't know what to do for lunch. My plan was to walk to the coffee shop and get a hummus sandwich, but they don't have hummus sandwiches anymore, and there's nowhere else here to get a quick vegan lunch. I can drive to places that have lunch, but I don't feel like driving. None of the food I have in the house really seems like what I want to eat. t /first-world problems

My commute when I drive is now about 10 minutes longer due to construction and a detour on Sheridan.

After reading the previous posts, this suddenly bothers me a lot less.

On the subject of foam rollers, I bought this and it is the motherfucking BOMB of foam rollers.

Was this a planned shutdown, or was there an emergency?

There was a three-alarm fire at the worst possible location (the last East Bay station, which all three routes from the East Bay must go through).

Heh. The Atlantic calls the BART spokesman Marie Antoinette of PAOs.

Okay, hey, that thing where you wanted the form faxed to a different fax number than the one on the form? NOT FUCKING OBVIOUS, and now I have no idea where my confidential medical information went, since it's clearly not to HR's magical secret fax number.

Jesus, I've been harassing my doctor for a week and a half, and you never thought to mention THE FAX NUMBER ON THE FORM IS IRRELEVANT?

God, I'm fucking pissed.