Working Two Weeks
posted in Frenzied Daddy |It’s unusual; for the first time in 2 or 3 years I’m having to “go to work” and it’s more than just going downstairs to my cave. No kids, no cats, the dogs aren’t barking. A guy could get used to this.
I’m parking the car downtown. It’s expensive (a monthly pass will be $100), but it’s slightly more than a bus pass. And the $25 I’m spending on parking (above and beyond the bus pass) is well-worth my time I’d spend on the bus. Imagine an extra two hours of travel per day. On the plus side, the parking garage is about 15 minutes from home. I head across the St John’s Bridge, down Highway 30, across the bump at the turn off to the dump, and head down Naito (Front) to get to the mounted police stables. I turn right there and head across the train tracks, parking in the smart park. It’s quick and painless.
The smart park is kind of small though. I almost put a dent in the Explorer yesterday, as I backed out of a spot watching the car next to me (on the inside of the turn) to make sure I was missing it, I got past it and stopped, only to see that I was a thin centimeter from the pillar on the other side. Whoops! I’m learning to park in places where it’ll be easy to pull out of; so I’m on the third floor usually.
It’s about a fifteen minute walk to work from there. I thought it was half a mile, but Google Maps says it’s closer to a quarter. If I swing up and around Jamison Square, it’s a half mile. As I get better at this, I’m trying to walk it faster and faster. Jogging, carrying my lunch sack and cuppa joe, is messy.
The girls are adapting … somewhat. Miss K doesn’t want to go to the sitter every day. I can understand that, and for the past year she’s been home with me. But we all have to make sacrifices. Miss B is also unenthusiastic about the sitter, but I can’t leave her alone that long in the house. Soon we’ll find stuff for them to do.
