Mario was wondering what the hell was up:
Let's back-track a tad, shall we? I didn't check the weather last night. I didn't check the weather this morning. I walked out to the car with no jacket... basically, this was me:
Yeah. Froze my ass off leaving work, thankyouverymuch. But at 5am, all was fine. A little breeze and mere hints of teeny snowflakes falling, no big deal at all. Thirty miles and a mere half hour later there's an inch of snow on the ground and I overhear "blizzard warning" from a passing coworker.
Long story short(er), management takes until 11am to decide to let people leave to go home before it gets ugly out there... Oops, too late. Grrrr. Two and a half hours later I get home. Carpool driver made an additional ten miles over the course of the following two hours on his way home. Two hours. TEN miles. Gee, it's a good thing we left before it got ugly.
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Doncha just love the concern employers have for their employees when these little blizzards blow in? Truly touching, it is.
It's in the upper 40s here and there is zero chance of snow. Tonight, my boss was sympathizing with those of us who will be working all day tomorrow and said, "Well, if we get any snow, I'll close the library and have a snow day." I'm not sure what's worse. Being forced to worth through a blizzard or tormented by the person in charge when there's NO CHANCE of a snow day happening. :(
Nice tie!
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