Don't get me wrong--I enjoy my job. From a business standpoint, it would be inconvenient and/or downright harmful to close the office at the drop of Frosty's old silk hat. That doesn't change the fact that we've had enough snow to recreate the Battle of Hoth with life-sized AT-ATs made out of small children whose school was canceled. Erm, snow. Made out of snow.
do know is that somebody deserves a snow day who's tall enough to ride the Cone of Tragedy without adult supervision. Kids shouldn't be the only ones staying home when the weather turns to bleaugh. Not only am I not enjoying toast and hot chocolate in front of the TV after sleeping in, but I'm spending more of my free time digging a path to that mound of snow that might be my car, depending on whether I remember where I parked.
The one day we did have a delayed opening at work was the day I spent all morning cleaning off my car. I've pretty much become an automobile ascetic; it's too much work and has the potential for too much risk. Fortunately (I think), I've been able to get away with leaving the car alone because of where my apartment is in relation to my office. I have literally been walking to work uphill, both ways, in the snow.
UPHILL. BOTH WAYS. IN THE SNOW.
It's bad enough that I don't have snow days like the schoolchildren; now I'm talking like a fictional old man! Bah!
Bah, I say!
...Boy, could I use a snow day.
Image from technabob.com.