Monkey Restaurant

My new job is awe­some, but it keeps me busier than a mon­key restau­rant. I’ve also had meet­ings every night this week, and I have to leave in about 20 min­utes and go to anoth­er one, and then go watch Parts and Labor this evening at Pat’s. Last night was The Cleve­land Foun­da­tion hol­i­day par­ty for Neigh­bor­hood Con­nec­tions and we were fed from #1 Pho, cake from Cor­bo’s and a sil­ly gift exchange. The Foun­da­tion also gave all of the com­mit­tee mem­bers at $50 gift card to Tow­er City.

My affair with the RTA may be short-lived as I’ve heard rumor of a coun­ty park­ing lot that is just as inex­pen­sive if not more so than a month­ly pass. If it is true I think I’ll lean in favor of warm feet, a half hour saved on my com­mute to work and increased pol­lu­tion. My dress shoes are already show­ing signs of dete­ri­o­ra­tion from stand­ing in ankle deep snow for a cou­ple of hours this week wait­ing for the bus.