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Yesterday, I had no work, it being a holiday. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mnemex did, and it took him almost 3 hours to get home. But we ordered in sashimi and unaju, and we watched The God of Cookery, a silly HK flick.
Today, I headed out to work. Now, I work about a 10 minute walk or so from home, so I was tromping in the snow. Well, the mostly shovelled snow, with rather large piles of it off to the side, covering cars and stuff. About halfway there, I see two coworkers coming towards me.
I had a feeling I knew why. Sure enough, they confirmed, the company was closed for the day. The president had sent everyone home because no one had had a chance to shovel the snow away from the building or the parking lot.
Today, a new researcher was supposed to start. And I've a worker with a slightly later schedule, although I suspected he'd have the sense to stay home, especially after having been sick. But I was at the halfway point, and it was as easy to go on as to go back. So I went on, figuring I'd either see the new researcher or I wouldn't, and I'd either be able to get in to grab a couple of phone numbers, or I wouldn't. We weren't talking blizzard conditions.
So, off I tromp. Tromp, tromp. Detour into street for a couple of uncleared sidewalks. And I reached the building, which is off by itself. Well, near a bank, but not much else. The back door, which leads most directly to where I work, was locked. Not a surprise. The front door -- well, I'm guessing it was locked. I physically could not get to it on account of the snow. So, I calledmnemex. I'd already called to explain the situation, and I now confirmed that I'd done my duty, it was 8:30, and it was really silly to wait around for someone who might have come and gone already. He noted that, for future such occurrences, having a list of contact numbers would be a Good Thing. Quite true, though I don't know if the new person would have been on it even if we'd been better organized.
As I talked on the cellphone, someone headed for where I was. I explained that the company was closed, and he headed back. I headed back. Tromp, tromp.
About where I'd first been told that the company was closed, I found myself in front of a small mountain of snow in front of a sidewalk. And I tried to remember exactly how I'd gotten over it the first time. Oh right, it was downhill from that part. Um.
Fortunately, about then, a man held out a hand to help me over. Once I was on the other side, I looked up at his face and realized that this was another co-worker. He hadn't heard that the company was closed, and was glad to get the news. So, the round trip accomplished something other than getting me a bit of exercise and a lovely view of snow.
We headed back, and he told me that it used to be the case that everyone had a phone directory of home numbers at home, and people were instructed to call folks in case of just this sort of thing. But apparently, no one has it anymore.
I reached home and offered him my umbrella. Yes, I do use an umbrella when it snows. I want to keep my bookbag dry. Well, drier. He declined. Not really a surprise. He didn't have a bookbag, and his hood looked very warm. So, here I am, back at home. Warm. That last block was quite chilly.
mnemex did, and it took him almost 3 hours to get home. But we ordered in sashimi and unaju, and we watched The God of Cookery, a silly HK flick.Today, I headed out to work. Now, I work about a 10 minute walk or so from home, so I was tromping in the snow. Well, the mostly shovelled snow, with rather large piles of it off to the side, covering cars and stuff. About halfway there, I see two coworkers coming towards me.
I had a feeling I knew why. Sure enough, they confirmed, the company was closed for the day. The president had sent everyone home because no one had had a chance to shovel the snow away from the building or the parking lot.
Today, a new researcher was supposed to start. And I've a worker with a slightly later schedule, although I suspected he'd have the sense to stay home, especially after having been sick. But I was at the halfway point, and it was as easy to go on as to go back. So I went on, figuring I'd either see the new researcher or I wouldn't, and I'd either be able to get in to grab a couple of phone numbers, or I wouldn't. We weren't talking blizzard conditions.
So, off I tromp. Tromp, tromp. Detour into street for a couple of uncleared sidewalks. And I reached the building, which is off by itself. Well, near a bank, but not much else. The back door, which leads most directly to where I work, was locked. Not a surprise. The front door -- well, I'm guessing it was locked. I physically could not get to it on account of the snow. So, I called
mnemex. I'd already called to explain the situation, and I now confirmed that I'd done my duty, it was 8:30, and it was really silly to wait around for someone who might have come and gone already. He noted that, for future such occurrences, having a list of contact numbers would be a Good Thing. Quite true, though I don't know if the new person would have been on it even if we'd been better organized.As I talked on the cellphone, someone headed for where I was. I explained that the company was closed, and he headed back. I headed back. Tromp, tromp.
About where I'd first been told that the company was closed, I found myself in front of a small mountain of snow in front of a sidewalk. And I tried to remember exactly how I'd gotten over it the first time. Oh right, it was downhill from that part. Um.
Fortunately, about then, a man held out a hand to help me over. Once I was on the other side, I looked up at his face and realized that this was another co-worker. He hadn't heard that the company was closed, and was glad to get the news. So, the round trip accomplished something other than getting me a bit of exercise and a lovely view of snow.
We headed back, and he told me that it used to be the case that everyone had a phone directory of home numbers at home, and people were instructed to call folks in case of just this sort of thing. But apparently, no one has it anymore.
I reached home and offered him my umbrella. Yes, I do use an umbrella when it snows. I want to keep my bookbag dry. Well, drier. He declined. Not really a surprise. He didn't have a bookbag, and his hood looked very warm. So, here I am, back at home. Warm. That last block was quite chilly.