Even when I decide to miss a ride with earlier-than-nine-working spouse and don't get my chilblained face to the office until 9:45, I am still first.
It's about 25ºF, but yesterday, the Walt Bodine Show had on two men who had recently run a marathon in Antarctica, where the headwinds are 35 mph and a temperature I never want to experience.
My 10 block "trek" over patchy ice and still-fluffy snow is nothing special.
Another person showed up…but they do not work here (in that sense)…another, but they are meeting someone who does work here who has not arrived…and then a staff person. The other should be here soon, apparently.
Ah, Friday.
I'm leaving at 3 p.m. anyhow.
You know that we work on weekends, right? And after hours?
Yes, we do.
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
1 comment:
Should you even be blogging during the writer's strike?????
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