A week later and it's snowing again in Colorado Springs. Folks are running around like chicken little. The stores are stripped bare of the essentials. Y'know, bread, milk, eggs and other staples. Work closed up shop a little after 3:30 p.m..
One thing about Colorado Springs is the fact that it's rare to find a plowed road in the city. Why? The sun takes care of the snow. Only in extreme situations, like the recent spate of storms, will roads remain hazardous because the sun's blocked by clouds or it's just too cold for the sunshine to have any effect.
Right now this is one of those situations. Insult to injury, there's another storm coming on the heels of this snowfall. Here's a swift kick to the nuts, I have to go to work on Friday. Here's hoping they come to their senses and close early because the governor has declared Colorado to be a disaster area from the snow and the second storm.
Of course the snowfall is peanuts considering the real blizzards I'm used to in New Jersey where the Atlantic Ocean will fuel a storm to dump up to two feet of the white stuff. Up by raddidge things are far more snowy than they are in Colorado Springs. I consider myself to be fortunate because I live near the mountains which means the snow doesn't get that bad around here. If I was in Monument or further east it'd be an entirely different story.
maribou says that the reason why people out here are so quick to holler apocalypse when there's any mention of snow is because of all the god damned Californians. They only know snow from movies and even then the snow is just instant mashed potato mix or white-painted cornflakes.
I love the snow but I hope it doesn't throw a monkeywrench into Friday's game.
"You know we're hiring." The way she said it, she made it sound like a sure thing for my bunny. In fact she kept me from my break for five minutes going on about how it'd be good for her, insinuating it's a sure thing and finally how the secretary for the computer department lives near raddidge's neck of the woods and how she commutes every day to Colorado Springs.
I nodded, smiled, acted interested but I knew raddidge's answer. "No." raddidge laughed when I brought it up and declined with a vengeance. Most likely my bitching and moaning didn't help her opinion and good for her. I'm happy because it means that I can maintain my level of anonymity at work. The less people know about me, the happier I am at work.
So I'll shelve my termination anxieties and enjoy my vacation.
Basically I wanted to tell my dad that I love him but I wanted to see if the issue was with the phone line rather than a persnickety cordless phone. Much to my satisfaction the static happened again. Plus when I called Qwest's repair line for service the static happened there so I didn't seem entirely nuts and the rep had heard the proof. Hurray!
Sadly this won't be straightened out until Tuesday, most likely due to the weather.
Funny thing is that F-Troop is a show I always associate with my father. I remember Sunday mornings where he'd be watching F-Troop and I'd wonder why it was funny. Not because I was some bleeding heart liberal who sided with the indians. The show was just cute, not funny, yet my Dad always watched it. Reckon because there wasn't much else on the tube and he doesn't like professional sports.
I take after him in a fashion since I don't watch professional sports. Before it was just a disdain of the establishment but now it's because I'm not interested in Colorado's various home teams.
Should I happen to have the opportunity to watch a Yankees game, I'm certain that I'd get completely involved for two hours and then get tired, bored and wonder why I was bothering to watch such nonsense.
