Winter: I Did Not Miss You At All! (Fingers & Toes: Feeling In You, However, I Miss)

Look! See? Another post. I cannot stop. I am addicted.

(this may only last today. Because seriously, I went all day without posting and I did not die at all. Nor did I break into hives, which was something I was expecting)

Something said about Canadians (who says it? I do not know. Probably Canadians) is that we can always complain about the weather. I maintain that this is due to Canada giving us weather to complain about.

Like: Negative forty weather.
Or perhaps: Freezing rain.
And don't forget: Snow.

Today, I am batting two out of three.

This morning it snowed. Whoosh! Snow all on the roofs. Snow all on my car! Snow all on the ground. It was pretty and holiday-esque and I thought "hm. Just the thing to get me in the holiday spirit!" And we wandered around for a few hours saying to each other "It's starting to look a lot like Christmas!" Saying, not singing. Because my co-worker, he does not sing, and I, I do not sing Christmas carols.

Then, it began to rain. Freezing rain. Splash! Ice all over the snow. (To know precisely where the snow is, please see last paragraph. And also! READ MORE CAREFULLY!) That was this afternoon. Much of the afternoon was spent growling about the weather. Randoming shouting at each other "IT LOOKS SO BAD OUT THERE!" and then muttering about wanting to go home.

By about 3:30, people started going home. The weather! it was bad. 4pm, nearly everyone was gone, and the office, it was oh so quiet. My co-worker and I, though, we were still there. Why? We are tech people. WE STAY TO SUPPORT THE BUSINESS EVEN WHEN THE BUSINESS AS GONE HOME. 4:30pm, our manager left without telling us, or letting us go too.

My co-worker left soon afterward. I, the busy bee that I am (read: brainwashed slave) remained for another twenty minutes before leaving. My car, I found beneath a block of ice.

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Anyone who lives in a cold climate is familiar with the drive home that's filled with icy roads and the glaring reflection of street and headlights. The lights reflecting off the black road obscures the white lines, and the headlights reflect in ice and water smeared mirrors, making side view mirrors practically useless.

The heater is on full blast, but is mostly focused on the windows to keep them from fogging up. My hands are frozen, mostly because I never got around to purchasing gloves again, though I swear I thought at least seventy million times: "I need to get new gloves before the real bad weather comes." Because of the heaters direction, it's hard to get them warmed that way. I alternate putting each hand on my neck for body heat, because really, I'm just a wimp who hates the cold.

I turn up the music quite loud, and sing along to Tool's Aenima and when I realize that no one is on the roads, I enjoy the drive.

Weather doesn't actually bother me. I don't get nervous with rain or snow - I learned to drive in the winter, which means I'm less frantic about snow or ice on the road. What I hate, though, is the traffic. I'm not patient. I will consistantly choose a longer route over a traffic blocked one, simply because it calms my seething road rage and keeps me from getting out of my car and beating someone with my purse. I spent most of the afternoon dreading the traffic and wondering what my best route would be, stuck between choosing side roads, which will be more dangerous, but less clogged, and the highway, which will be less dangerous but more clogged. I eventually chose the highway, because if it's intolerable, I can always take an earlier exit and slip on a side road.

Oddly enough, my drive home was the fastest it's been all week. No one was on the roads, presumably because they all left early. I made it home in record time. Which was very pleasing.

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All this to say: OKAY WINTER I GET IT AND I AM IN A HOLIDAY MOOD NOW. PLEASE GO AWAY. I'LL DO MY HOLIDAY SHOPPING THIS WEEKEND. SWEAR.