Snow day, yay!

[rolanni]

It was snowing like a sonofagun when we got up at the regular going-to-work-on-Monday hour. Steve swept the deck while I made and packed my lunch. By the time I got out of the shower, the deck was covered as if it had never been swept. Still, I intended to go to work, because I'm sensing a certain irritation that I let Weather and the fact that I have a not-so-good-in-the-snow car to weigh more with me than the illusion that I am Indispensable Personnel. This is not to say that I don't have a work ethic, but that my price for risking my life is somewhat higher than the going rate for secretaries (even, or perhaps, especially, smartass secretaries) in Waterville, Maine.

Steve proposed to drive me to work in the Subaru, which I didn't like (if risking my life for a pittance-an-hour is a bad idea, how sensible is it to risk both of us?), but seemed like the Plan of the Hour, until I went outside and discovered that there was no sign that the town plow had been down our road since last Monday, and even the Subaru wasn't going anywhere soon.

I therefore notified All Appropriate Supervisors, had another cup of coffee and sat down with Chapter Eleven. Which may or not be done, but I'm tired, and hungry, and hey, I have to go to work tomorrow.

Writing was interrupted at one point, mid-morning, by a prolonged clatter and clang from the living room. It turns out that Hexapuma ascribes to a Code wherein the Yule Tree must not intrude upon Orthodox Lent, which, so I see from my calendar, begins today. That being the case, he helpfully took tree-undecorating into his own paws.

To his credit, the ceramic tree wasn't even chipped by its fall from the top of the Old Radio and subsequent roll across the floor, shedding little plastic light-points as it went. We even managed to find all the little plastic light-points, and now Yule is decently put away -- well before St. Patrick's Day, this year! -- until it's time for another Festival of Light.

Helpful creatures, cats.

Progress on Mouse and Dragon

29,231 / 100,000 (29.2%)

"Your pardon," he said stiffly. "I fear I'm all at dozens and daggers." He slipped his hand away from hers and tucked it into his pocket.

Comments

[elektra.livejournal.com]

Why do I feel I should be apologizing for my errant child?

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

No, no! We just didn't know that he was devout!

[patknuth.livejournal.com]

Over 20 years ago, I worked with a woman who did not drive when the weather was bad. If her husband couldn't bring her to work, she took the day off. If it started to get bad during the day, she left early. She told me once that the deductable on her car insurance was more than a day's pay, and that was all the justification she felt she needed. I've thought of her more than once as I headed out for work on iffy roads.

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

I've thought of her more than once as I headed out for work on iffy roads.

Down the years, I did some Very Stupid Things in order to get to my job on time through rain and sleet and dark of night, and be a Responsible Grown Up. Experience has taught me that being a Responsible Grown Up only gets you grief. I really do have a work ethic; it's just badly battered and not a little attitudinal.

[patknuth.livejournal.com]

My definition of Responsible Grown Up includes knowing when it's responsible to try to get to work and when conditions make it foolhardy. I managed to edit that out of my original post and I apologize if it ended up sounding like it was maligning your work ethic. That wasn't my intention.

These days, I think about my medical insurance deductable as well as my car insurance deductable when I'm deciding just how wise it would be to head for work in bad weather. I'm just lucky that I live close to work and drive on city streets to get there.

[6-penny.livejournal.com]

Its not as if one ever gets credit for risking limb and even life, let alone the integrity of ones vehicle. It is just assumed that that is part and parcel of being owned by the company store.

Being owned by the company store

[grassrose.livejournal.com]

When I was in the Air Force, if the weather was too bad for civilians to make the commute (Maryland - and some folks were driving in daily from Delaware and Pennsylvania!!!), the unit would start knocking on doors in post housing. They'd round up enough military folks (who could walk to work from housing) to cover the shifts that were considered "mission critical", and relieve the people that were already at work.

Re: Being owned by the company store

[(Anonymous)]

And some of the people expecting Rolanni to "just be there, because I am" ... are within view of the college or within actual walking distance (3 minutes), not 20 minutes away by fast car in perfect weather/ 45 minutes and treacherous hills and bridges away in snow...

Re: Being owned by the company store

[(Anonymous)]

When I was in nursing school, the Nurses Residence was physically attached to the hospital itself, so we students got drafted/volunteered to staff the place in bad weather...

Cathy C