Friday I had an interesting morning commute. The 6 train that I use to get to work wasn’t running due to a sick passenger. I thought to myself that I should just wait at the station and eventually the train would start up. I didn’t listen to my inner voice so I did what the MTA people said and I went up to the street and got on a bus. I got on the 3rd bus that came. It was a mad house, but some how I got a seat. it took forever to go anywhere, but I finaly got off at 59th street planning on getting on the N or R to go the rest of the way to work. As I get down to the platform the 6 was running, but it was packed. I went to the N/R and got on no problem. I was only 30 minutes late for work and made the big meeting I had at 9:30 anyway, but I left my apartment early enough that I shouldn’t have been late, but early by like 15 minutes.
This is the second time where it felt like if I just waited for the subway situation to resolve it self I would have been better off than trying an alternate way to the office. I know I feel better if I am moving and making progress getting closer to my destination, but the next time there is an issue I am just going to wait it out and see how that works out.