January 24, 2005

SNOW DAY!: In which some good finally comes of Boston weather

Well it finally happened. I finally got a snow day from work, which is about as easy as pulling a sled full of solid gold elephants up Beacon Hill. Sunday Larry had a snow day, which was nice, though we couldn’t really go anywhere due to blizzard-madness. But today he had to work, so I spent the day alone doing not much of anything. I napped a lot and watched some old X-Files. I checked out that new show Numb3rs, which looks like it could be OK. I also got a strange cell phone call from a guy named Jake. Jake, if you ever read this, Otis (I’m fairly certain) is always spelled with an “i”.

In any case, looks like I have to be back at work tomorrow, which means trudging through the freezing tundra that is our fair city. I wish I had a snowmobile. One of these days I’m going to buy a warmer coat. Or find my gloves. Or, y’know, move somewhere where I don’t have to deal with this crap. ]

January 19, 2005

A Truly Sucky Day: In which I have a truly SUCKY day!

Yesterday I went in to work late because I was feeling sick but not sick enough to skip work altogether. I braved the 10 degree weather (-6 real feel) and stumbled in just as they were finishing a production check in. Two hours later my boss practically booted me out the door (in a really kind way because she’s a kind person). That’s when I realized it’s true. The workplace really has changed. It used to be that you were considered a wuss if you called in and a model employee if you showed up, but now they treat you like a leper if you so much as cough. They look at you like, “How dare you come and infect the rest of us?” But it wasn’t always this way and I’m struggling to figure out how to unlearn what I’ve been taught my whole life.

So I faced the wind and 10 degree weather to walk back home. And boy howdy if I wasn’t rewarded with a phone call from the vet telling me that Wombat’s bloodwork came back with a wallop of bad news. It is a bad, bad thing when a vet says the prognosis is “not very good.” Being me I carefully took notes and hung up the phone and burst into tears. Half a box of tissue and some cheese puffs later Wombat and I snuggled up to read the second half of “The Time Traveler’s Wife”. Good book. Then we watched “The Hunt for Red October” because that’s what we do when we’re sick. It hit me again how truly astonishing it is that Sean doesn’t even try to sound Russian.]

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