This year I have been suckered into working Christmas eve. This doesn't bother me too much, but I'm sitting here currently at my little cubicle, one of four people in the whole company who actually came to work today, waiting for something to happen so that I will have something to do.
It's strange being in Chicago during the holidays - especially in my part of town which is inhabited for the most part by people in their early to mid twenties. I would say sixty percent of my neighborhood has left town. And they will be back in droves for New Years Eve.
The good news is I have my pick of the prime street parking spots. Last night, I came home at 11:15 or so at night, having spent the evening with Katie's family and grandparents. Normally at 11:15, I would be forced to drive around the neighborhood for half an hour looking for an empty spot, eventually settling for something a good ten minute walk away from my apartment because any street closer to my house is packed with little Toyotas and rusting station wagons.
The down side, though, is that there was nobody walking to work this morning. And I mean nobody. I left my apartment a little before 9:00 and it was like walking through a zombie movie - not a soul to be seen during the day but, once night rolls around, you're going to be spending your evening defending your brain from people like this:
So whatever. I just have to power through today and then I have the rest of the week off (using up my vacation days before the new year) so that should be awesome. Tonight I'm spending Christmas eve with Katie's family and then tomorrow morning we're driving to Michigan to spend some time with my family too. It should be fam-tastic.