This morning found me stumbling around the house in the dark as I tried to get ready for work without waking up the entire house. Since my two
And was greeted by a 3 foot snow drift, freezing cold and heavy winds. After digging myself out of my front door, I found myself trudging a mile (1.1 to be exactly exact, because I am cranky and want to broadcast to the word every spare inch of my treacherous hike to work) to the Light Right. Luckily, they were running - I'd been worried that the tracks would be snowed in or something, but they weren't thanks to the diligent efforts of the NJ Transit workers - thanks guys! 45 minutes later, I found myself on a Light Rail bound for Hoboken. 30 minutes after that I was stepping off the Path train bound for my office.
There I was greeted by a ghost town. Seriously, I'm like the only one here. Okay, one of 150 brave souls out of 753 who made it in to work today. And as a reward for my diligent efforts, braving snow and ridiculous transit times, I get to do everyone else's work. And not eat lunch. Bah.
Oh, and did I mention my flight was cancelled? Of course, the winter's first and largest friggin' BLIZZARD hits on the day before I'm scheduled to fly out to see my family on the sunny shores of Hawaii. After spending two nerve wracking, headdesk, facepalm inducing hours on the phone with Delta the earliest flight I was able to secure doesn't leave until Thursday morning.
On the bright side, I am still off tomorrow. And I no longer have to trudge out to JFK. Or rush to do the dozens of little errands that still need to be done before I say good-bye to winter for a few weeks.
But darn, I was completely ready to get my Aloha on.
So in short F$%& you blizzard, and all your snowy grossness. Grr....