The strike is finally over! Well, almost. I don’t have to take a train again until Friday, so I’m happy. I want to know why the SNCF thinks they can replace a train with one little bus and think there will be enough room for everyone. Luckily I work close to the provenance of the line, or else I wouldn’t have made it home on Friday night. Just about everyone (mostly students) goes back to Annecy on Friday nights, so I knew there would be a problem with the lame autocar. And sure enough, one stop after I managed to get on the bus, we had to leave 20 or so students stranded at the station because there were no seats left. I have no idea how they got home.
Add to that the stress of being 30 minutes late and most likely missing the connection to Lyon, people were complaining and yelling the entire ride back to Annecy. I couldn’t wait to get off that bus and get home. I was so stressed out just listening to the people around me, even though I knew David would be waiting for me in Annecy.
Most days when I get home from work, I just want to change into my pajamas and crawl into bed right away because I’m so tired. With the strike the last two weeks, I’ve been in a really bad mood in addition to being dead-tired. I’m so angry and stressed for no real reason. Well, I guess the reason is dealing with angry French people during a public transportation strike.
It’s times like these that I really miss the US. And my car. France is so small and crowded; I’m forced to be in close contact with random people all the time and I hate it. I miss the privacy and independence and vastness of the US. And Thanksgiving. At least I had some friends over this year unlike last year. We had escalopes of turkey, mashed potatoes & gravy, stuffing, green beans, and pumpkin pie. But having to work the day of Thanksgiving and the day after, as well as trying to teach Thanksgiving to French kids who really don’t care about the holiday, makes me really sad.
Back to searching for an automatic car…