"It's a snow day! So good to have the angels home and the day off!"
"I think I'm going to go out and take pictures of God's wonder! I'm so glad to be home!"
"Books, kitties, and wine. Fuck snow!"
Er....y'all DO realize that there are people out there who don't get snow days, right? Like, oh, line men, plow drivers, PEOPLE WHO WORK AT HOSPITALS?
Yes, I'm cranky. I've been up since 4:30 because the spousebeast and I were trying to suss out if he had to come in (duh. People at the hospital have to eat, even if the ACC is closed) and how he would get there (buses weren't running, so he had to pay for a cab. At least he got the cool cabbie who loves Motorhead). I held my breath until he called me to say he got there. He called a bit later to tell me that he was going to have to walk over to the main hospital to help them there.
We don't have snow here. We have fucking ICE. If he falls and breaks a hip, there is going to be Snavely research department Studies in why the person who has the most hoops to jump through to get to work always gets called in and still can't GET FOUR FUCKING DAYS OFF FOR HIS ANNIVERSARY.
Worst possible scenario, he stays over night. At least he'll have a bed. However, I just called Tarheel Taxi and they said if they are still running, they WILL get him home.
At the risk of sounding snotty, THIS is one of the perks when you always tip your cab driver.
I feel bad to worry like this. I have a number of friends who are linemen (line persons?) or are partners of, and they WON'T be coming home tonight.