Today’s move from the pre-toxic-relationship jacket to a Gortex monster that I thought I’d donated to Salvation Army came at a good time. It will be 10-below real feel later and I guess I’ll be ready.
I’ll always be bad with zippers. Or maybe they’ll always be bad for me. Any time I encounter one I know there will be trouble, and there was little of it today smoothed over by my manly adultness and tranquilized anxieties thanks to the panic pills.
I was just out walking about when the rain started throwing sheets and sheets, like the fake rain from movies. The Gortex and hood with the fuzzy Nanook add on kept me mostly dry from the butt up but the pants are a little wet down low. I usually wear sandals with thermal socks but today I dressed for war. Heavy boots I got last year but almost never wear except for days like this. The sandals/thermal combo works amazingly well even in the bitter cold but it’s a bad idea when there’s rain or wet snow on the ground. I nearly got hypothermia once after stupidly wearing sandals outside after a big, messy snowstorm. I was seriously imagining life without that right foot.
I work tomorrow, Christmas Eve, but not Christmas Day. I do, however, work Christmas Day (Observed), which means I rake in more major holiday overtime. I think I worked every single major holiday this year. Problem is, I’m no richer because of it. Those hours accrue and accrue but the only way to cash them out is to quit. I’d have to figure out what all that holiday pay is worth – probably not as much as I imagine.
