Snow Job

I had the option of going home early today because of the blizzard, but I chose to stay. I figured I could get paid for for an additional three hours of work then walk home in the snow, or not get paid and walk home in the snow. I opted for the money and the extra training. So I sat in on three hours of call centre work. The calls were coming in like mad, partially because it's the busy time of day, and partially because there weren't as many workers on the floor because of the inclement weather.

I like blizzards. However, I don't have to drive in them. Quite a lot of the workers live an hour or so out of town, and I don't envy them their white-outs.

In either case, a girl and I both lucked out and got free rides home with the woman I was shadowing. It was awfully nice of her. We stopped to push a stuck car, and when we got back into our vehicle, I was struck by just how fit I am. I exerted myself to push the stuck car, but it was no big whoop. The exertion didn't make me breathe any harder than jogging to the bathroom. However, the driver and my co-worker (both pretty average, physically speaking) were both gasping for breath.

I'm afraid of ever getting in a state of poor fitness. I never want to be that physically weak.

Yesterday, I went on a tour of a luxury hotel, and at the end of the final presentation, the manager gave a quiz. "What's the largest guest room in the hotel?" he asked.

Without any hesitation, I shouted "The Royal Suite!" I was rewarded with a gift certificate for a free lunch buffet for two. Go me! My Reach for the Top experiences have left me in fine form.

In unrelated news, I'm tempted to get my hair dyed deep purple.

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