aw, our first winter snowstorm, on the eleventh day of the eleventh month (and perhaps even the eleventh hour).
I feel my townie essence deepened today as I walked a mile to work in the snowy snow and cold wind. it turns out my non-slip kitchen shoes are also excellent on slippery sidewalks and streets. my black and grey wool leg warmers finally had a chance to shine in all their glory--my winter walk to work routine has been christened as of today. it's not so bad, really.
once I got to work I found that everyone else was having a hell of a time driving in... and business was slower than usual, although a bit busier than I expected, given the snowy snowness of the eve. I reckon it was mostly folks who found the restaurant to be a bit of a respite before having to continue on home. It remined me of a time I met a friend at the Songbird Café a few doors down during a winter snowstorm, he was coming from north campus and remarked that he appreciated having a bit of delay before having to drive in the traffic and snow. I suspect many of our diners were under the influence of the same logic.
still, the bar cleared out much earlier than usual, and before I had a chance to find out we would be closing early, I made my shift meal at the usual time of approximately 8:45. I've discovered shift meals are quite political; only those who work six hours or more are entitled, and sometimes it can be confusing when there is grey area--such as when I am told I can clock out early shortly after I made my shift meal which I was entitled to, given my six hour shift.
to complicate the matter, the other folks who worked six hours had also driven hours to get there in the snowy hell of traffic, so the nitpickiness was at an all time high.
well, let me just state for the record that I am prepared to defend my case. I deserved that salad, by gosh. I was scheduled for six hours and was proceeding as normal until, mid salad, I was informed we would be closing early and that I could clock out early as well. since all my shift work was more than complete, it was quite reasonable for me to clock out as I would not likely be performing any more work if I were to stay on. so out of respect for my employer, I clocked out--mid salad.
no matter what the restaurateur judges may decide, I enjoyed my late night dinner in an elegant bowl, ordered my shift beer at 9% ABV in a toast to the gatekeeper of hell and then made my way home in the dark cold wintery bluster. I was so into my walk home, in fact, that I almost passed my apartment building.
oh, hey, I live here!
17 minutes walk home, not bad at all.
cheers, dear friends, to my first winter walk to work and back home. I rather like it.
I feel my townie essence deepened today as I walked a mile to work in the snowy snow and cold wind. it turns out my non-slip kitchen shoes are also excellent on slippery sidewalks and streets. my black and grey wool leg warmers finally had a chance to shine in all their glory--my winter walk to work routine has been christened as of today. it's not so bad, really.
once I got to work I found that everyone else was having a hell of a time driving in... and business was slower than usual, although a bit busier than I expected, given the snowy snowness of the eve. I reckon it was mostly folks who found the restaurant to be a bit of a respite before having to continue on home. It remined me of a time I met a friend at the Songbird Café a few doors down during a winter snowstorm, he was coming from north campus and remarked that he appreciated having a bit of delay before having to drive in the traffic and snow. I suspect many of our diners were under the influence of the same logic.
still, the bar cleared out much earlier than usual, and before I had a chance to find out we would be closing early, I made my shift meal at the usual time of approximately 8:45. I've discovered shift meals are quite political; only those who work six hours or more are entitled, and sometimes it can be confusing when there is grey area--such as when I am told I can clock out early shortly after I made my shift meal which I was entitled to, given my six hour shift.
to complicate the matter, the other folks who worked six hours had also driven hours to get there in the snowy hell of traffic, so the nitpickiness was at an all time high.
well, let me just state for the record that I am prepared to defend my case. I deserved that salad, by gosh. I was scheduled for six hours and was proceeding as normal until, mid salad, I was informed we would be closing early and that I could clock out early as well. since all my shift work was more than complete, it was quite reasonable for me to clock out as I would not likely be performing any more work if I were to stay on. so out of respect for my employer, I clocked out--mid salad.
no matter what the restaurateur judges may decide, I enjoyed my late night dinner in an elegant bowl, ordered my shift beer at 9% ABV in a toast to the gatekeeper of hell and then made my way home in the dark cold wintery bluster. I was so into my walk home, in fact, that I almost passed my apartment building.
oh, hey, I live here!
17 minutes walk home, not bad at all.
cheers, dear friends, to my first winter walk to work and back home. I rather like it.
