Today's Pooch Cafe'
Well, yesterday was a weird day. It started out okay, I guess. A little rainy. Amy wanted to go home, but her dad wouldn't let her because there was a big blizzard going on back home. She was really upset by it, and even though we checked a bunch of weather websites to see what it was doing at home, she still wanted to go home. I told her if she was upset and needed someone to cry on when she got back from home because she hated it here, don't come crying to me. She does this to herself all the time. Saying, "I'll be better this time," when I really don't think she will be, because look at how upset she got because she couldn't go home for a weekend.
Anyway. We happened to get that same blizzard storm at about 12:30 in the afternoon. I don't know how long it lasted because I was at work and away from the windows, but I know that within 2 hours, it managed to cover the entire town in about and inch anf a half or more of slush. Not cool.
So I'm on my way to work, early because I know the roads are gross and people are idiots during the first snow storm. I turned onto the street that leads to the parking lot for work, only to find that it is entirely covered in slush. I can't see the curb, but I know that it's a little narrow, so I swing wide so as not to hit it, and end up getting stuck, going up a hill, in the crap. There's a van behind me, going the opposite direction because I swung a little too wide. Whoops. So now what do I do?! I was so pissed off. And stuck for about 5 minutes there, just telling myself "I'm gonna be late for work!!!"
The van behind me was making a left hand turn, so it took forever for him to get out into traffic. Because the only way I was getting out, was to back out into traffic and try a new entrance. When I told people at work that I'd gotten stuck, they're like, "Yeah, didn't you know you're not supposed to take that entrance when it's been snowing?" Uhhh, no. Thanks, though.
Oh, also, we have this really cool bicycle there that looks like a motorcycle. Huge fat back tire, the kickstand looks like a motorcycle's, and it has a leather seat. I asked my manager if I could ride it after I clocked out and he's all, "Sure! Just don't leave any black marks on the floor!" That sucker was hard to steer! But I managed not to crash into anything, and all was well with the world.
Well, yesterday was a weird day. It started out okay, I guess. A little rainy. Amy wanted to go home, but her dad wouldn't let her because there was a big blizzard going on back home. She was really upset by it, and even though we checked a bunch of weather websites to see what it was doing at home, she still wanted to go home. I told her if she was upset and needed someone to cry on when she got back from home because she hated it here, don't come crying to me. She does this to herself all the time. Saying, "I'll be better this time," when I really don't think she will be, because look at how upset she got because she couldn't go home for a weekend.
Anyway. We happened to get that same blizzard storm at about 12:30 in the afternoon. I don't know how long it lasted because I was at work and away from the windows, but I know that within 2 hours, it managed to cover the entire town in about and inch anf a half or more of slush. Not cool.
So I'm on my way to work, early because I know the roads are gross and people are idiots during the first snow storm. I turned onto the street that leads to the parking lot for work, only to find that it is entirely covered in slush. I can't see the curb, but I know that it's a little narrow, so I swing wide so as not to hit it, and end up getting stuck, going up a hill, in the crap. There's a van behind me, going the opposite direction because I swung a little too wide. Whoops. So now what do I do?! I was so pissed off. And stuck for about 5 minutes there, just telling myself "I'm gonna be late for work!!!"
The van behind me was making a left hand turn, so it took forever for him to get out into traffic. Because the only way I was getting out, was to back out into traffic and try a new entrance. When I told people at work that I'd gotten stuck, they're like, "Yeah, didn't you know you're not supposed to take that entrance when it's been snowing?" Uhhh, no. Thanks, though.
Oh, also, we have this really cool bicycle there that looks like a motorcycle. Huge fat back tire, the kickstand looks like a motorcycle's, and it has a leather seat. I asked my manager if I could ride it after I clocked out and he's all, "Sure! Just don't leave any black marks on the floor!" That sucker was hard to steer! But I managed not to crash into anything, and all was well with the world.
