It’s day 8 of the Month of Tater. The gift that no one wants, but keeps giving anyway.
The heat at work was broken yesterday. They made the decision to close down right when it was time for me to go home. I was rewarded for working in the cold all day with leaving work later than planned and an almost hour commute in the rain and the dark. Yay me.
Today is my late day. I work 1-9. As I sat at Panera eating my free bagel and reading a book, I tried not to get my hopes up that I might get a bonus day off due to the broken heat, I failed. I thought about how nice snow days are. Waking up to a text that schools and libraries are closed. Drinking coffee while watching the local news coverage of the snow while everyone else sleeps. Watching a movie or playing board games in the afternoon when everyone else is awake. The overall goodness of having that unexpected day to just push pause and relax. Was it possible that I could get one of those days without snow?
No, it is not possible. I kept checking my phone while cleaning bathrooms to see if there was an update about the heat. I finally got one and it was good news for the branch. The heat is on. We are open to the public and I will be heading to work in a couple of hours. There will be no unexpected day off for me. Good news for the public, disappointing news for a tired, middle-aged man who wanted to relax. I think it’s time for my wife to admit that she makes enough money for me to quit my job and stay home.