#Snowmageddon #Snowpocalypse #snOMG
Or whatever you want to hashtag this winter storm. All those clever doomsday social media word mashups mean the same thing — the possibility of a snow day.
This is the first winter in many years that I have had the luxury of looking forward to a snow day. My first year out of college, working my first big-girl job, I learned that the newspaper industry doesn’t care if the roads are deemed not-driveable by the state highway patrol and your bosses give zero fucks about your safety. Their only concern is whether or not you’re at your desk cranking out newspaper pages. Calling out because of a little snow and ice is not an option.
Now, I have a regular 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. and can “enjoy” a nice day at home when the weather shuts down my place of employment. That’s exciting, right? Right?
Enjoy is the operative word in that last sentence.
I’m here to tell you, the idea of a snow day is so much better than actually being stuck in your house for 24-plus hours. At this point, I’m going crazy.