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The velvet rope of fast food
Apr. 6th, 2002 12:35 amWhen I first started working second shift, I became intensely annoyed at how little the Boston area accommodates this schedule. Supermarkets brag that they close as 9. I walked into a restaurant after work once, got seated, waited ten minutes for a waitperson, then got told "the kitchen's closed. Sorry." Even the 24-hour Mickey D's switches to a menu that doesn't include half of the items.
"Why don't you shop before work?" you may ask. I do, especially if I want fresh herbs from the good supermarket (which closes at 10 but I punch out at 10:30). There is also a supermarket that's open 24 hours a day (except on Sundays) on my way home, so I'm not totally stranded for cooking after work.
Shopping before work is weird, though. I have to plan it out, which cuts down on impulse shopping. It also means I have to choose: do the laundry, or hit the bookstore? (Yes, even the laundry can't happen after work.)
I'd stopped noticing the inconvenience after a while. It still annoys me that I have to ask for permission to work early if I want to go to a concert on a weeknight. It annoys me that I can only see my friends on the weekends, although I had the chance to hang out on Monday after work and it shrank the pain of the week.
Today I had one of those moments of rage that remind me why I need to get out of second shift.
( C'mon inside before we close... )
"Why don't you shop before work?" you may ask. I do, especially if I want fresh herbs from the good supermarket (which closes at 10 but I punch out at 10:30). There is also a supermarket that's open 24 hours a day (except on Sundays) on my way home, so I'm not totally stranded for cooking after work.
Shopping before work is weird, though. I have to plan it out, which cuts down on impulse shopping. It also means I have to choose: do the laundry, or hit the bookstore? (Yes, even the laundry can't happen after work.)
I'd stopped noticing the inconvenience after a while. It still annoys me that I have to ask for permission to work early if I want to go to a concert on a weeknight. It annoys me that I can only see my friends on the weekends, although I had the chance to hang out on Monday after work and it shrank the pain of the week.
Today I had one of those moments of rage that remind me why I need to get out of second shift.
( C'mon inside before we close... )
