Work went pretty well though, aside from the big enough to be annoying bar rush, during which I broke the door on the bottom half of the front cabinet, which led to Steve saying we were closed several times due to "severe equipment malfunction", and then we ended up closing somewhat early anyways after the last customer was taken care of. The only bad part about is was checking the schedules to see what days off I had coming up next (because the only days I seem to be able to talk with DJ are when I don't work), and seeing that I work until Wednesday this week, have Thursday and Friday off, and then (I *think*) work for eight days straight, followed by having Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday off. While my thoughts towards it will have probably changed by then, I'm not going to complain now, because I need money.
The walk to and home from it was interesting as well, because despite the steadily falling snow, it felt somewhat warm. Not enough to really be noticeable, but by the time I was about halfway over the Lacroix street bridge, I found myself wishing I was on a less-traveled road so I could take my shirt off for a bit. I've read one or two things about how that's known to happen as well, but I always thought it had to do with your body / brain being so cold and frozen that you effectively do not know any better, and that wasn't the case yesterday.
But as for food tonight, there's still more quiche in the fridge, which I am not touching. There were, and should still be brownie sort of things with what taste like cornflakes in the bottom still on the counter in the kitchen though, so I'm going to check, and I feel as if I'm about to sneeze again anyways~