Shoes, Ships, and Sealing Wax

It's a fair cop

Call me a wuss, but I don't want to go to work.

My office opens in forty minutes. This is the view from the traffic camera at the closest intersection:

...which looks fabulous compared to my street, which is just four inches of teeny ice balls. (I heard a guy on the radio describe it as "snow cone filling," which is pretty accurate. And snow cones covering the sidewalk and street four inches deep are heavy. as. hell., in case you wondered.)

I really wouldn't mind making some tea and putting on the Meerkat Manor DVD.

I do have 270 hours of leave, it's not like 8 hours would break me.

My new boss might think I'm a wuss. But...

UPDATE:

My neighbor tried backing out of her parking space and got stuck, which effectively blocks my way out. I snapped the antenna off my car in my attempt to clear the ice off the roof. I called my boss, and she said our parking lot at work was completely untreated.

Looks like I get a day of soup and daytime TV. I wish I'd known all this at 4:30; I could have slept in.

ANOTHER UPDATE:

At 2:30, we'd still not seen a plow or salt truck. The neighbor with the Hummer got out ok, but those with small sedans had a lot of trouble until they managed to get in the Hummer's tracks. I called the HOA (they contract for the snow removal) and left what I hoped was a reasonable message ("I know you guys are really busy, but we've seen plows go by the cross street, so I wanted to make sure you hadn't missed us.") At 3:00, we got a plow. Well, we got an F-150 with a plow on the front, who did one half-assed pass down part of the street, whereupon he got stuck, fishtailed around, then finally crept slowly away (plow blade up) in the Hummer tracks.

I suppose I should consider myself lucky that he didn't push what slush he did move in front of my car.

Posted by Nic at February 14, 2007 09:29 AM | TrackBack