But not tonight. Tonight, I'm feeling rather ecstatic. Tomorrow, my dear friends, I am taking a snow day.
Well, 99% sure I'm taking a snow day. See, I work in property management. We don't close. In fact, when there is bad weather (weather that might damage property), my company actually has MORE work to do. However, I am not a building engineer or a property manager. I am "admin," so when I think that my life might be in jeopardy by travelling to or from work, I will take a snow day.
So far this year, despite there being SEVERAL severe weather instances, I have only taken one snow day. And I didn't make that decision until 5:00 AM, when WMATA had suspended all bus services, and threatened to shut down all train services if more than 8 inches of snow fell. I emailed my bosses and told them I couldn't make it to work. When I came back to work the next day, I learned that the big boss had decided to close the office... at 9:30 AM. But none of us "admin" people were told about this closure. We all thought we had to use a vacation day to stay home. Two days after the snow storm, we were finally told that the office had closed on the day of the snow storm. So, yay, we didn't have to use a vacation day, but, boo, we weren't told until days later. Grr, grumble. No es bueno.
So in my world, I am not told about future office closings. I have to chose to stay home (for my own safety), and take the risk that my office may or not actually close (even if the rest of DC is closed), and accept the fact that I may have to use one of my precious few vacation days. Grr.
But it's all good, because I am not going to work tomorrow. Instead, I am having a lovely night in with Eric. We made roast beef and Brussel sprouts. We had raspberry sherbet and pineapple chunks for dessert. We watched "Star Trek: The Next Generation" on Nexflix. We started watching the documentary "Gasland" on Netflix, but we got bored about 30 minutes into it. Eric looked up the movie on Wikipedia so that we could find out how it ends.
Then we came to bed because 9:00 PM is our normal bed time on a Sunday. And I'm still setting my alarm for 5:00 AM (my normal wake-up time), because there is a 1% chance that tomorrow may not be a snow day. Maybe a volcano will erupt nearby, melt all the snow, Metro buses will start running again, and I'll have no excuse to miss work.
But that's probably not going to happen. The rain is already falling. The temperature is dropping. The rain will turn to snow, and the rainwater on the ground will turn to ice, and it will be too dangerous to leave the house. I will have time tomorrow to write a much more interesting blog. I will catch up on emails. I may even upload some London photos to Facebook. Maybe I will find a yoga video to follow along with on YouTube. Maybe I will meditate (I used to do that a lot). Maybe I will do some of those things that I keep saying I need to do but have no time to do. Maybe I'll look for new jobs (now that IS exciting!).
Maybe I just want to lay down and start snuggling.
Night-night,
Leila
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