Pulled in 20 directions.
Feb. 11th, 2010 01:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
icarusHa. Turns out it's not the main office in Georgia that wants us open today. It's my boss. She just uses them as an excuse
Boss: "Can you come in today?"
Me: "Tell the Georgia office that I-270 wasn't even cleared as of an hour ago. And they needed to rescue firefighters by sending in snow mobiles."
Boss: "But I saw on TV that 355 looked clear...." .
The snowplow has not been by. She wanted me to call her the second it did. I can't see the road from the house. I told her, carefully, "I'll call you tonight."
She wants me to come in tomorrow. She wanted a commitment from me on the spot to come in tomorrow. Riiiiight. Give her a commitment when I have no control over the weather, the plow, or even my ride? I told her it was possible but I wouldn't know until tomorrow.
Now mom's roommate is standing by with a shovel, anxiously suggesting that the best time to clear snow is now when it's sunny ... I've heard about shoveling from mom about four times in a row while typing this post.
My hair's wet. I need to eat. No, I'm not going outside yet.
So much for my plans to write today. I'll be out there with a shovel all bloody afternoon.
Boss: "Can you come in today?"
Me: "Tell the Georgia office that I-270 wasn't even cleared as of an hour ago. And they needed to rescue firefighters by sending in snow mobiles."
Boss: "But I saw on TV that 355 looked clear...." .
The snowplow has not been by. She wanted me to call her the second it did. I can't see the road from the house. I told her, carefully, "I'll call you tonight."
She wants me to come in tomorrow. She wanted a commitment from me on the spot to come in tomorrow. Riiiiight. Give her a commitment when I have no control over the weather, the plow, or even my ride? I told her it was possible but I wouldn't know until tomorrow.
Now mom's roommate is standing by with a shovel, anxiously suggesting that the best time to clear snow is now when it's sunny ... I've heard about shoveling from mom about four times in a row while typing this post.
My hair's wet. I need to eat. No, I'm not going outside yet.
So much for my plans to write today. I'll be out there with a shovel all bloody afternoon.