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I guess it’s not technically a “night shift.” I work from noon to 8pm today. Normally, I would be on the subway by now. How is that even possible??
It’s 7:45-ish. I’m drinking coffee with a purring cat on my lap. Birds are chirping. I’m blogging. I can’t believe that for the next few months I’ll be washed and dressed and on a subway by now. No relaxing with my coffee, cats, birds and blogs. (Don’t hate me. I’m a hard worker. I just prefer to get a slow start.)
Almost everyone is coming in today to work those hours. There’s a big push to get all the materials ready for the classes that start tomorrow for the enumerators. Those are the people who are going to come knocking on your doors to count you. You being the people who haven’t already returned your forms.
I’ve seen all the maps for all the counting. And I’ve looked through all the names of all the people counting everyone in my neighborhood, hoping to spot someone I know (so far, no go).
By the way, have I mentioned that I have no sense of direction? The subway is all messed up on the weekends and I had to get out at a different stop. I had to make my way back to the Census office and of course I was late.
I don’t even know where this building is that I shot. I just remember it was pretty.
