how i spent my new years eve eve 09/10

On this day, the sky opened up on West Hollywood @ 8:30 in the morning. The kid I was working with had asked in the van if anyone knew if it was going to rain.
"Thirty percent chance. Which means no, here. If it was 70 or 80 %, then maybe," someone answered. And he was right. Often, the initial rain sprinkle is truly a tease and thats all you get.
Since I had on a hat and a hoodie, I wasn't too worried.
But the first sprinkle never stopped, and soon we took cover at the southwest corner of Sunset/Holloway. Its a big corner, and the overhang where we stood was set back from the boulevard, so Julio didn't spot us as he headed east on the south side of the street. When I saw him coming back west, I held my broom up in the air and waved it at him. He waved back. He had been on our asses, parking at the curb next to where we were working, for the past 45 minutes it seemed.
When he pulled up and asked if we were going to stay in the rain, he seemed pissy. It was coming down. I asked the kid, and he said yea.
"Yes, but remember I'm only here until 10:30," I said.
Finally handing over the rain gear, he mumbled "Yea, well make yourself visible".
"Sorry?" I said.
"Make yourself visible. I couldn't see you."
"Okay." I'm a little shocked at his uptightness. Its pouring. I pull on the poncho and hoodie and smile.
"Its almost as if he sets aside his humanity just so he can "do a good job'," the kid had said earlier.
Julio came back and sat on our asses, watching us sweep cigarette butts from the warmth of the van. By 10:30am, my jeans were wet half-way up my calves, my shoes, socks and gloves were soaked.