On Tuesdays and Thursdays I have a part time job - I man the desk (or is that woman the desk, to be horribly PC, which I'm not) at a workout business called Sisters - women only obviously. I quite enjoy it except for the fact that we open at 6 a.m., so I have to be up at 4 to be there by 5:45 so I can have everything ready when the first ladies arrive at 6. And yes, there really are women - a lot of them - that show up that early to work out!
Not being a true morning person (my opinion is that if we were a truly civilised society, nothing would start before 10) I'm not at my best these mornings, so you can imagine my reaction when I arrived and found this:
Have no idea exactly how it was broken as there was no rock or brick or anything else on the inside - just a large amount of shattered glass everywhere.
I didn't think to take a picture before I had cleaned up most of it - was over the whole bench, the floor and even the treadmills which are behind me as I take this picture.
So, even before I was dealing with clients, I had to phone the R.C.M.P. (who think there may have been a fight and somebody got thrown against the window, HARD), text my boss who was out of town and talk to the insurance,company where I found out the window isn't covered under our insurance because we don't own the building, so that meant tracking down the landlord. He didn't show up until 3 p.m., then the glass company arrived about 20 minutes later, just as I was leaving.
It was a cold, rainy, miserable day and I almost froze as I sat there for those 9 hours - thank goodness for electric blankets and cats that like to snuggle when I got home. I was NOT a happy camper. On the plus side, the clients rather liked all that fresh, wet air that was blowing in - nobody needed the fans on, which is something they always ask for as they get too hot while exercising. Got to be a silver lining, right?
