The Snow Can Kiss My A**

I had to go in to work today even though it was snowing like crazy right around the time I had to go in. I made it there by four o’clock, after cleaning off my car in four inches of snow that I just ignored – there was no way I was going to shovel my porch and around my car before going in to work and getting all wet and cold. Fuck that. I hate the snow.

Work sucked. At first we were totally dead so the other girl who was working with me tonight went home and I was left alone to wait on whoever came in and do all the sidework before closing. It turned out to be moderately busy, I made okay money for the effort and time I put into it, and honestly, sometimes it’s much better to work alone and do more work than it is to work with someone you don’t particularly like.

Anyway, I’m glad that’s over.

Bad news is, someone told me tonight that we are supposed to get twelve or more inches of snow on Wednesday and then a Nor’easter over the weekend that could dump, like, feet of snow. Of course, both of those days I have to work, and of course, I damn sure will be expected in on time, regardless of the snow.

northandsouthsnowI wish this weren’t my life – this having to deal with snow on a regular basis.

If I didn’t have to share the Squido with her dad, I swear I would have been out of here years ago. Connecticut isn’t for me. It’s a terrible climate in my opinion, because I don’t care for all the seasons. I particularly hate winter, as you are probably starting to realize.

I think Southern California is where I want to settle when I’m older, if I can. When the Squido is all done with high school and hopefully goes to college, then I will feel free to roam.

Until then, I’ll keep you posted on whether I get buried alive in snow. Since FEET of it are coming. Dang it.

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