This week had tragically been something of a problem for Whistler. The heat has skyrocketed to Australian levels of hot, and that’s just set off more wildfires. None in Whistler thankfully, but the winds have blown the smoke from the fires 3 hours north straight into our village. The air quality in BC is dangerously bad right now, Whistler rates a 12…on a scale that’s SUPPOSED to stop at 10. Although we’re not the worst – there’s some town ranking an 18.
When I woke up on Monday, I couldn’t even SEE the mountains. Going up on Tuesday was even worse, and our profits suffered because of it. On Monday at least we had the last remnants of Iron Man coming up to look around, but we were dead Tue-Thur. We made less than half what we normally did, and staff started seeing their hours cut.
For those of us that managed to stick around, most of Thursday was spent deep cleaning the kitchen since there wasn’t enough work bussing or serving. Before we opened, I found myself on the countertops, on my knees because I didn’t trust the ladder, taking a scouring rag to the vents. Compared to the grill, these are hardly in terrible shape, but it took me 30 minutes just to get through half of it, the grease was thick enough to require my own elbow grease.
It’s an ugly looking job too, so we had to stop once we opened – Alex took over to finish, and then I started cleaning the under cupboards. To be fair, we had enough customers throughout the day that I managed to keep that job going, but we still closed early, and the bosses hinted that we could go home early if we wanted. I didn’t really want to on account of me taking a full day off this week anyway, but by 4, there were too many staff and the grill was the only issue left, so I got out an hour early.
The smoke is at least starting to clear by this evening. It’s still here, but we can make out the mountains in the distance. It’s keeping a lot of people in, but Maggie’s been trying to get people to go to Lost Lake tonight, so I’m heading out. Also end up talking Erin into coming, and taking the free bust to the lake and meeting up with Maggie and Casey.
It’s still busy with locals and people heading to Wanderlust this weekend, but the tadpoles have become toads and vanished, so the water’s clear, and I manage to get out a few times to enjoy myself…right up until I head in and my stupid swimsuit strap snaps yet again.
This is a problem I wasn’t aware of until I started using it regularly. The straps are detachable, despite it not being a strapless swimsuit, and they CONSTANTLY snap off, and thanks to the way it’s designed, the only way I can reattach them is to bare my breasts to the work as I twist it round. Thankfully I had Maggie to help me fix it before getting out, but I really need to replace it with a normal basic swimsuit if I keep swimming in freshwater on my own.
Went in once more before heading out to dry, and hung around the grass until the sun started setting and it really became too cold to stay. Took the long way back into town so that we could try and spot Maddy at her new place of work (failed) and then dragged ourselves up the hill yet again. Can’t believe how many times I walk up and down this thing and STILL can’t take it…