One thing about working retail when the weather dips into the frigid arctic hell portion of the thermometer is that you get to admire a LOT of knit stuff walking in and out of the store. I've met more knitters in the last 2 days, it is absolutely nutty how many of us are out there. Hi knitters! Thank you for coming into my shop and making my retail day so much brighter with your yarn! I'm also getting a reputation with my co-workers for being a trifle, er, yarn obsessed. And I'm somewhat surprised at my newfound ability to recognize fibers, yarn brands and colorways just by staring at the finished objects. Maybe my dream of one day opening a yarn store is not such a dumb idea after all. The nice thing about owning a yarn store would be, knitters would still come visit me at work. Only, more of them and identification would be easier. One day, I shall make my exodus from the world of olive oil and move full time into fiber. What a glorious day that will be.
It's stupidly cold here in Los Angeles and along with the absolutely dumb temps comes absolutely dumb corporate policy! Because we are not allowed to SHUT THE DOORS to our store when the weather gets cold. Seriously. It is against company policy. So when I left tonight, it was 56 degrees INSIDE the store, even though the heater was running at full blast. We have a dress code, and so we cannot put on coats or gloves while we are working. Sweaters, yes, and thank god for cashmere (I will never doubt the worth of my cashmere sweater again) but still... that's ridiculous. I know that 56 degrees is nothing by East Coast standards, but remember, INSIDE. Standing in that for 8 hours with no protective garments beyond a cashmere sweater over your servant chic ensemble of white cotton blouse, black skirt, nylons and nice (read, cold) shoes is really torture and I think the asshats at corporate should really have to come down and work a shift in those conditions. I cheated and wore fingerless gloves all shift, and my fingers were still blue with cold by the end.
What is even more ridiculous y'all is that when they built my apartment, some asinine person got the bright idea to install radiant heat ceilings instead of heat and air like normal people get. Normally this isn't an issue here in SoCal. However, when it is 27 degrees outside and turning on my heat means my electric bill triples, I begin to think about things like heating methods.**
Dear arkytecky person wot designed my apartment. Newsflash. Heat rises. Kthx, no love, bye.
I live on the ground floor. And the heat, it is in my ceiling. This means my upstairs neighbors probably benefit every time we turn it on while us? Not so much with the warm thing. "Wear a sweater." I tell my shivering offspring. "Embrace the sweater." Right now, I am embracing flannel pants, handknit socks, a long sleeve shirt, a wool sweater, a heating pad and a chenille throw.
Global climate changes? What global climate changes?
**I also begin to think about the fact that there's something like 700,000+ homeless people - men, women and children in the US and it is bitterly cold out there right now. So while I bitch about my cold apartment, I am also grateful to have one. Now would be a good time to poke your elected representatives about funding more housing and shelters for the homeless. So that maybe next winter, when it freezes again, there will be more beds for them to sleep in and fewer of them on the streets to need those beds.