Last week, it was over 80 degrees. Earlier this week, it was almost 70. Today, the high will be 42. Add on top of that two rainy days followed by a night of snow, and work today is BRUTAL!
For those who don't know, I operate a lunch time food cart. We're night quite as dedicated as the Postal Service, we don't operate in lightning, but we do operate in all other conditions. Today, I have on a long sleeve shirt, my UW sweatshirt (go Badgers hockey!), and Crocs. Why Crocs? Because with everything that happened last night, I was too tired to dig out my boots this morning. Luckily, I parked my car right in front of the cart (which I'm watching like a hawk to avoid the evil parking enforcement cop who I think watches for meters to turn red so she can race to them. (I stand corrected, it's apparently an equally eager male parking cop) Because I have my car and it's directly in front of me, I was able to steal Bubs' blanket and wrap my feet in it.
Like a kid in school, I see the clock and I'm counting the minutes until my release from this frigid hell. Somewhere, there is a cup of coffee with my name on it. And tonight, I'm thinking I will splurge on a six pack (which will probably wind up being used primarily for brats) and curling up with a good movie. On second thought, I have to get my backside back on track and keep my date with Jillian. Damn her!