Well, actually I don't want it to snow. It is just too disruptive for work here. But I'd kill for an actual day where I didn't have to work, or rather, a day with snow, where I didn't have to come in and work harder because it had snowed.
Our area goes nuts with even the hint of weather. If on a Tuesday they say in might snow on Saturday, our customers for the theatre begin calling to move their tickets to another night. Then they run out to Wal-Mart and by all the milk and bread to make milk sandwiches I guess. I never quite figured that one out.
And then there folks I work with, who sometimes use snow and or icy weather to stay home, when the circumstances aren't that bad. That doesn't happen often, but it happens occasionally.
And of course there are the weather weenies on TV and the radio. We haven't had a drop of precipitation here for 6 hours or so. The roads are dry. But yet the weather weenies are still telling folks to stay in and don't go out unless you have to. I guess for milk and bread.
But the upshot is, I feel like my father who was a US postmaster. Snow means work, and a little more of it.
I think I hate snow.
