Like the post office, I brave all weather to get to work, but unlike the post, my efforts were unnecessary. There are about three people in the office today--and none of them are my supervisor. She's stuck in Florida (pity her we must, for she's stuck at an airport) and is trying to get home tomorrow. This like of supervision equals a lack of work for me, and so I've been told to haul my defrosted arse back home.
And yet here I am. I've got that appointment to look at the JP apartment, or I would be long gone! :-)
Really, all things considered, getting to work was not that difficult. Three layers of clothing: nylons, long underwear, slacks; tank top, long-sleeved shirt, sweater; two pairs of socks (plus nylons, remember); boots; two pairs of gloves; extra long, extra wide scarf; and a new hat all kept me nice and warm. The train wasn't even delayed at all this morning, and my book (Look for Me by Edeet Ravel) was interesting enough that for the first time, I didn't fall asleep on the train!
Crazy. Well it looks like it's time to re-dress and go apartment finding.
Wish me luck!
--the abominable bundled commuter
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