| bitterfig ( @ 2008-07-13 09:14:00 |
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| Entry tags: | bicycle, pets, social life?, work |
ready for vacation
Tomorrow I fly to
During the past couple of days I put in two late nights, staying out until
The reason for the impromptu Wednesday night party in the parking garage roof was that everyone needed to do some serious decompression after a particularly hellish day at work. I work at the Lakeview Whole Foods and that afternoon the Lincoln Park Whole Foods which is a couple of miles away was closed down on account of health code violations. Or as the tenants used to say when I worked in the property management office “Mices!”
The closing of the Lincoln Park Store resulted in an inundation of customers from that store (which sort of baffled me—I don’t mean to question the loyalty of our customers but I’d go to the nearby Trader Joes or Stanley’s Produce Market or even Jewel or Dominiques which are on the way before I’d haul all the way from the Lincoln Park store to Lakeview store in rush hour traffic) and a frenzy of panic cleaning least our store too be inspected and found wanting. I lucked out on the cleaning end as I’m in a department that does not actually handle food. “Deep-cleaning” the registers only took about half an hour longer than the usual closing routine however people in other departments like Prepared Foods and Seafood were running an hour and a half to two hours over the usual time they finish.
In addition to all this other stuff, I’ve been doing a lot of biking- in the last week I only used my car three out of seven days which I’m quite proud of. Still, I have to be careful not to over do it. Fatigue from too much riding on restricted calories was definitely one of the factors that contributed to my accident last summer.
On Thursday, my last day off, and again yesterday when I was working a closing shift I ended up spending most of my free time during the day sleeping. I have today off as well which is good. It’ll give me time to pack and take my cat over to my sister’s house where he’ll be staying during my visit (he actually lived there for a couple years but I doubt his little cat brain remembers that far back). After I get the kitty squared away I’d like to do some cleaning. I don’t vacuum as often as I should because he hates it. Nor do I sweep as often as I ought because he tends to get in the way of the broom.