As we work from home, we felt that it wasn't right to bitch about the strike beyond our cursory aggregation of rants. But hearts genuinely go out to each and every person who exposed their adorable face to the incredible, blistering cold and dutifuly showed up at the office sporting snot-cicles. You're the strong ones, and we're spoiled pussies. Thus we believed we had no business truly complaining.

That is, until we went outside just now and saw something so horrifying that we'd thought for sure Manhattan had morphed into the Heart of Darkness: our local Starbucks is completely closed.

And?! As if this weren't devastating enough, we've also learned that some of the finest ladies employed at Scores are stranded, unable to get to work.

Suddenly, this strike has become very, very real to us.

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