Good Excuse
I'm no longer in the running for NaBloPoMo, but I have a very good reason.
Yesterday afternoon I started seeming snow outside my window, so I called into work seeing if I could start an hour later than I was scheduled. My manager was happy to let me start later (mainly because it meant that I was going to show up in the first place. We've been having problems with people just not showing up for their shifts), so I started off for work a little after 2pm. The time before was full of snow-watch (I don't like driving in snow, and Baby Truck hates driving in snow almost more than I do) and watching the roads to make sure they stayed clear all day.
I arrived at work and all was well for a little while. One of my co-workers told me to look outside.
'Why?'
'Just do it.'
'How bad is it?'
'See for yourself.'
She's so helpful.
The M.O.D (manager on duty) moved her car a little closer to the entrance to the mall because she didn't want to walk in the snow after work. She drives some kind of Jeep-type car, and was sliding all over the place just moving her car a few spaces closer.
I told her I had to leave work now and get home before the roads got any worse. She asked me to stay until the last appointment on the books showed up (they called in a little later and said that there was no way they were going to make it in. They had to park a mile from their house simply because they couldn't get up the hill to get to my mall), I wish I hadn't because when I left the mall, it was about 7:45 pm. By the time I actually got home it was 3:11 am.
That's right. From 7:45 pm to 3:11 am, I was on the road.
Normally it takes me about 20 minutes to get from work to the Mini Manor (in heavy traffic). I didn't even get off at my usual exit, I got off the freeway at the exit just before my usual one! I was still on the off-ramp at midnight, and it took me three hours to get from the off-ramp to my apartment!
I slid around a little, and there were a few times I got stuck (by this time I've broken down in tears from exhaustion a couple of times already), but people would just drive right past me and look at me like I was blocking traffic on purpose. I broke my ice scraper trying to give my tires a little more traction, and I was hopping mad.
I WAS going to go home.
I started screaming at the people who just looked at me as they cruised past 'Yeah I'm stuck, stop looking at me!' In hindsight, this may not have been the best strategy, but it worked. After a little while a very nice gentleman offered to give me a push with his SUV until I wasn't stuck. I was very grateful and he pushed me for a little distance and I was able to angle my truck into the dryer spots. I was good go to as long as I didn't have to stop at all until I got home.
It didn't work.
I had to have two other people push me with their cars to get me unstuck again (by this time I was so determined to go home, I didn't even notice the time) before I slid into the apartment complex driveway and eased into a spot (that part was a lot harder than it sounds. I had to use the shingles in the back of Baby Truck to get the rest of the way into the space, but I was parked).
It took Himself three hours to get home.
I love the snow, and everything, but I like it even better when I don't have to drive in it.
Today I think I'm going to stay home and make some hot chocolate and pick up some dry wood at the store. I'm going to light a fire and drink my coco while watching movies (I also get to walk my friend's dogs in the snow!), and later on, I may have a snowball fight with my cousin.
M
Yesterday afternoon I started seeming snow outside my window, so I called into work seeing if I could start an hour later than I was scheduled. My manager was happy to let me start later (mainly because it meant that I was going to show up in the first place. We've been having problems with people just not showing up for their shifts), so I started off for work a little after 2pm. The time before was full of snow-watch (I don't like driving in snow, and Baby Truck hates driving in snow almost more than I do) and watching the roads to make sure they stayed clear all day.
I arrived at work and all was well for a little while. One of my co-workers told me to look outside.
'Why?'
'Just do it.'
'How bad is it?'
'See for yourself.'
She's so helpful.
The M.O.D (manager on duty) moved her car a little closer to the entrance to the mall because she didn't want to walk in the snow after work. She drives some kind of Jeep-type car, and was sliding all over the place just moving her car a few spaces closer.
I told her I had to leave work now and get home before the roads got any worse. She asked me to stay until the last appointment on the books showed up (they called in a little later and said that there was no way they were going to make it in. They had to park a mile from their house simply because they couldn't get up the hill to get to my mall), I wish I hadn't because when I left the mall, it was about 7:45 pm. By the time I actually got home it was 3:11 am.
That's right. From 7:45 pm to 3:11 am, I was on the road.
Normally it takes me about 20 minutes to get from work to the Mini Manor (in heavy traffic). I didn't even get off at my usual exit, I got off the freeway at the exit just before my usual one! I was still on the off-ramp at midnight, and it took me three hours to get from the off-ramp to my apartment!
I slid around a little, and there were a few times I got stuck (by this time I've broken down in tears from exhaustion a couple of times already), but people would just drive right past me and look at me like I was blocking traffic on purpose. I broke my ice scraper trying to give my tires a little more traction, and I was hopping mad.
I WAS going to go home.
I started screaming at the people who just looked at me as they cruised past 'Yeah I'm stuck, stop looking at me!' In hindsight, this may not have been the best strategy, but it worked. After a little while a very nice gentleman offered to give me a push with his SUV until I wasn't stuck. I was very grateful and he pushed me for a little distance and I was able to angle my truck into the dryer spots. I was good go to as long as I didn't have to stop at all until I got home.
It didn't work.
I had to have two other people push me with their cars to get me unstuck again (by this time I was so determined to go home, I didn't even notice the time) before I slid into the apartment complex driveway and eased into a spot (that part was a lot harder than it sounds. I had to use the shingles in the back of Baby Truck to get the rest of the way into the space, but I was parked).
It took Himself three hours to get home.
I love the snow, and everything, but I like it even better when I don't have to drive in it.
Today I think I'm going to stay home and make some hot chocolate and pick up some dry wood at the store. I'm going to light a fire and drink my coco while watching movies (I also get to walk my friend's dogs in the snow!), and later on, I may have a snowball fight with my cousin.
M
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