Snow, white purty stuff

So on Saturday I woke up at 5:30 am to the sound of the snowplow plowing the parking lot. As a kid it was a sound I loved to hear on the weekdays 'cause it would usually mean that we didn't have to go to school in the morning.

But nope, this Saturday morning I still had to get up and go to work at 8am. My weekend to cover ya know. So laying in bed at 5:30 am listening to the plow go back and forth I realized that I wasn't going to get back to sleep. So I got up and checked work's main phoneline, ya know, just to see if we didn't have to come in to work. But of course, we were still working. With work a stone's throw from the ocean, they don't get as much snow as where I live, only a couple more miles inland, but still colder enough for a few more inches of snow. So when we get snow, they almost always get less then us.

So I've got to drudge though several inches of snow, shovel it off my car, slip and slide though the parking lot and when I get to work: empty parking lot. ::sigh:: So they always are open, even if I'm up to my knees in snow.