The calm after the storm
And in the calm following the storm, I clearly forgot that my employer receives the probs from a completely different country. Ergo (as in ‘ere I go) off to work as per routine, take my bus with all the other salarymen, arrive to find an empty parking lot and two other ergos who also forgot. If we had “turned on the radio” or “checked the website” we also would have known that our office was closed due to inclement weather.
Unlike the other school boards in the area… after all, we don’t speak the same language (unofficially), so why would our knowledge of the current climate be similar? Puzzle me not. I’m old enough to take such things in stride; until such time as the rules change, a day at work under closure means another day off at a time that suits “me ‘n the boss”. I’m eyeing Friday, just because.
A day in an office without the usual people means the following:
1. No jammed printers.
2. No lineups for the coffee machine OR the microwave ovens.
3. The telephone rarely rings.
4. The net is faster.
5. When the day is over, nobody else notices.
I don’t have any more to list, but if there were I’d be ready.
Meanwhile, the “snow-dometer” mentioned that we’ve received 167 cm of sticky precipitation since the start of hostilities. Thank goodness we only have four more days to go before winter arrives. The requisite photo of the neighbour’s house: he shoveled his driveway.
Even better, I’m home before the traffic got slow, and supper is a simple Greek chicken salad. Healthy living and all that. If the dog runs away, she’ll sink out of sight and I’ll simply look for a hole filled with a white furball. Or perhaps I’ll let her tunnel the way back to the house. Good exercise.
