Oh the weather outside is frightful…

Yeah, it’s snowing. And sticking. It’s in a lull right now, but it started back up once before now so who knows.

Right now we’re at the "light dusting" stage and it only snowed for twenty or so minutes altogether so far. If it starts up again I’m going to have problems getting home. The air temperature hasn’t been above freezing for three days. Hell, today was the first day it made it up to freezing. It’s overcast, so we definately have a chance of more snow.

And of course tonight is an alone night for me, so no option to not be there. Dang it. I know, I just *know* that if it looked like this at his house Mego would be calling in in a heartbeat and damn everybody else. He’s just that way. He’d have some kind of excuse that required his presence at home instead of work, and on the surface it would be plausible, but he’s always looking for a way to get extra time off. Jackass.

We’ve now passed the amount of time the other two breaks in the action took and the snow has not started falling again, maybe we’re through for the night. I wish I still had my boots so I could be assured of making it up the hill in the morning if I can’t get the truck back up here. The only good thing I have going for me is that neither of the two idiots that blocked the driveway last year is still living here, so at least I won’t have them to deal with. Of course that doesn’t mean one of the new folks won’t cause the same kind of mayhem on their own.

I have to leave in an hour.

I wonder if we can get six or eight inches on the ground before then. I could talk myself out of driving down the hill then since I don’t have a 4×4. Yeah, I know, I live in the mountains and own a two-wheel drive truck. It wasn’t my idea.

Bored now.

Saw the new Battlestar Galactica when I got up. Now I’m totally confused. I guess we know who the fifth Cylon in the fleet is, but if that’s the case then how do you explain the other situation? Unless maybe there are thirteen Cylon models instead of twelve. You know, one for each colony. Just specualation on my part. And I think I’ve left that vague enough not to spoil anything for people who haven’t seen it yet.

Gonna go. I just realized I may not have any dry shirts to wear to work tonight. That’d be damned inconvenient.

Forgot to mention I walked the store with the newbies this morning. The senior manager for the day was either running late or decided to modify her schedule yet again with no warning. Forty-five minutes later I left them with a page and a half of notes and stunned expressions on their faces. I guess working for Queeg for a year rubbed off on me more than I thought. I was just rattling things off left and right, they were having trouble keeping up with the writing. And of course it was all stuff that, if I had not been in "throw the freight" mode I might have been able to fix last night. Oh well. If senior manager is there when I get there (not holding my breath mind you) I guess I’ll get feedback on my notes. One of my classmates came in right before I left and looked over the notes and didn’t see any problems with them. I asked her if I’d gone oveboard and she said she didn’t think so. Maybe Queeg has warped us all. Or maybe she accomplished what she set out to do and we didn’t even realize it until today.

When you’re training a horse, the limited and strategic use of a riding crop to let them know to not go that way or to get them moving in another direction when they won’t respond to the reins is acceptable. Using a baseball bat at full swing is not. I wonder if Queeg will ever learn the difference.

I just hope I never forget.