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I've become convinced that there is a link between my visiting people from my new company and things going horribly awry at Penn Station.
Last night, my company threw itself a little party for closing a new deal at a funky Mexican restaurant in Soho. (The party was in Soho. The deal was actually in Mexico, hence the funky Mexican restaurant theme.) They invited me to come, since I'm on contract as an employee now (though I don't start until July). It was a lot of fun, actually. I really like the people I'm going to be working with. My boss is even a big They Might Be Giants fan, which is coincidental and nifty. I got to meet pretty much everyone at the company, although I can't remember all their names. I was talked into trying a shot of expensive tequila. (Apparently it was 100% tequila, whereas most tequila is significantly watered down. Or something. I don't know anything about tequila, beyond that it's made from agave.)
Anyway, the Penn Station link comes in when I tried to leave. When I came home from my last interview with them, there was a combination of smoke in the tunnels and a broken down Amtrak train on the switching tracks that led to the LIRR and most of NJ transit getting shut down because they couldn't get anything in or out of the station. It was a total zoo. Last night, apparently the bridge caught fire. Which meant that no southbound trains at all could leave the station. Fortunately, I was already planning to stay with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chuckro in Jersey City, and the PATH trains were unaffected. Kindly, PATH offered to honor any Amtrak or NJ Transit tickets and get people as far as Newark, which was far enough south that the trains were still running and people could get to wherever they were going. Of course, this meant that PATH was a zoo this time. I ended up playing shepherd to a bunch of very confused and lost looking people who had intended to be riding other trains, and the entire crew of an Amtrak train as well, all of whom had never used the PATH trains before. I ended up explaining how to get on a Journal Square train, and then get off at Grove Street or Journal Square to make the Newark connection, and making sure they all got off at the right stop and knew what to do next. One guy said if he'd had any money left, he would have offered to tip me. It was kind of nice to be able to help a bunch of people - good deed for the day. Still, I wish that I didn't have a curse that made Penn Station go havoc-y every time I try to go south after meeting with people from my new job.
Last night, my company threw itself a little party for closing a new deal at a funky Mexican restaurant in Soho. (The party was in Soho. The deal was actually in Mexico, hence the funky Mexican restaurant theme.) They invited me to come, since I'm on contract as an employee now (though I don't start until July). It was a lot of fun, actually. I really like the people I'm going to be working with. My boss is even a big They Might Be Giants fan, which is coincidental and nifty. I got to meet pretty much everyone at the company, although I can't remember all their names. I was talked into trying a shot of expensive tequila. (Apparently it was 100% tequila, whereas most tequila is significantly watered down. Or something. I don't know anything about tequila, beyond that it's made from agave.)
Anyway, the Penn Station link comes in when I tried to leave. When I came home from my last interview with them, there was a combination of smoke in the tunnels and a broken down Amtrak train on the switching tracks that led to the LIRR and most of NJ transit getting shut down because they couldn't get anything in or out of the station. It was a total zoo. Last night, apparently the bridge caught fire. Which meant that no southbound trains at all could leave the station. Fortunately, I was already planning to stay with
chuckro in Jersey City, and the PATH trains were unaffected. Kindly, PATH offered to honor any Amtrak or NJ Transit tickets and get people as far as Newark, which was far enough south that the trains were still running and people could get to wherever they were going. Of course, this meant that PATH was a zoo this time. I ended up playing shepherd to a bunch of very confused and lost looking people who had intended to be riding other trains, and the entire crew of an Amtrak train as well, all of whom had never used the PATH trains before. I ended up explaining how to get on a Journal Square train, and then get off at Grove Street or Journal Square to make the Newark connection, and making sure they all got off at the right stop and knew what to do next. One guy said if he'd had any money left, he would have offered to tip me. It was kind of nice to be able to help a bunch of people - good deed for the day. Still, I wish that I didn't have a curse that made Penn Station go havoc-y every time I try to go south after meeting with people from my new job.
