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I love my coworker Melodrama. I love her dearly; she is a great person and fun to work with. Even when she's in distress, or lashing out in random directions, she is still... she has a certain 'aliveness,' so to speak -- an emotional intensity -- which I find refreshing. I have a more muted emotional life, you see, and it's nice at times to get vicarious highs and lows from the people around me.
But I wish to god she would either move into town or get her driver's license, because as things stand, she is utterly dependent on her parents to get into work, and when they decided the roads were too unsafe today -- yay, snowstorm? -- that automatically meant I had to cover her shift and thus lost my day off. Poor Sweetheart called me just past 8am, very apologetically, so I slogged my way to the smoke shop by 9:30am. Bleh, mornings.
Boss Lady has removed Melodrama from Friday's schedule as well, since the storm is forecast to continue through the night and the morning. This has resulted in Sweetheart losing her day off (though she got today's shift trimmed by two hours, since the snow reduced business and we didn't need full staffing), but I get Friday off in compensation, since otherwise I'd be working eight days in a row, which is apparently illegal for hourly wage workers. Actually, working even seven days in a row may be illegal, but emergencies happen. What can you do? And now I get a proper weekend -- both Friday and Saturday off! -- which is a rare and pleasant occurance.
When I got home around 4:30pm, I shoveled the entire sidewalk around the house. It is a corner house with a non-negligible yard; this is a lot of shoveling, particularly if you do it properly and also shovel your way down to the street at the corner. And then I think I had sort of zoned on the task, since I shoveled a fair bit of the walk in front of the next two houses south of mine. By now you can hardly tell I did any work at all -- there is at least half an inch of accumulation on our porch alone, for instance, and that's with the protection of a roof! Hopefully one or another of my housemates will clear things up in the morning, but if necessary I suppose I will go out and shovel everything again tomorrow.
Somebody has to, after all. And it is my shovel. *sigh*
I may also put plastic sheeting over the bottom half of my computer room window, and perhaps the kitchen windows besides. I'd have to remove that in the spring, unlike the sheeting on my living room windows (which I plan to leave up indefinitely), but man, in the depths of winter it would be very nice to have some extra defense against drafts.
But I wish to god she would either move into town or get her driver's license, because as things stand, she is utterly dependent on her parents to get into work, and when they decided the roads were too unsafe today -- yay, snowstorm? -- that automatically meant I had to cover her shift and thus lost my day off. Poor Sweetheart called me just past 8am, very apologetically, so I slogged my way to the smoke shop by 9:30am. Bleh, mornings.
Boss Lady has removed Melodrama from Friday's schedule as well, since the storm is forecast to continue through the night and the morning. This has resulted in Sweetheart losing her day off (though she got today's shift trimmed by two hours, since the snow reduced business and we didn't need full staffing), but I get Friday off in compensation, since otherwise I'd be working eight days in a row, which is apparently illegal for hourly wage workers. Actually, working even seven days in a row may be illegal, but emergencies happen. What can you do? And now I get a proper weekend -- both Friday and Saturday off! -- which is a rare and pleasant occurance.
When I got home around 4:30pm, I shoveled the entire sidewalk around the house. It is a corner house with a non-negligible yard; this is a lot of shoveling, particularly if you do it properly and also shovel your way down to the street at the corner. And then I think I had sort of zoned on the task, since I shoveled a fair bit of the walk in front of the next two houses south of mine. By now you can hardly tell I did any work at all -- there is at least half an inch of accumulation on our porch alone, for instance, and that's with the protection of a roof! Hopefully one or another of my housemates will clear things up in the morning, but if necessary I suppose I will go out and shovel everything again tomorrow.
Somebody has to, after all. And it is my shovel. *sigh*
I may also put plastic sheeting over the bottom half of my computer room window, and perhaps the kitchen windows besides. I'd have to remove that in the spring, unlike the sheeting on my living room windows (which I plan to leave up indefinitely), but man, in the depths of winter it would be very nice to have some extra defense against drafts.
