It took me almost 3 hours from UES to West Village. I waited unsuccessfully for a train, then a bus, at about 25 minutes each before finding out that service was suspended and the uptown transverses were closed, respectfully. Then I decided to walk through the park, in PVC ballet flats, which led to soaking my jeans up to the knees, getting harrassed by construction workers and getting some really-rushed asshole's coffee spilled on me. Upon arriving at the C station on the upper west side, I learned that the power was out on all west-side trains, so I walked from 86th to 59th, where the trains were running again. After waiting through three too-crowded F-trains-on-the-A-track, I finally got one and arrived at work no later than 10:41. And I SO wasn't the only one (though I am probably the only one who bought new pants. Wet jeans are the only thing that would have made my morning worse).