On the snow days of my childhood, my mom would take advantage of her children being home and have us clean our rooms. Snow days were a mixed blessing. How exciting to be home mid-week! How crappy to have to clean. Sledding! Dusting. Snowmen! Weeding out stuff.
Eventually a snow day meant I could go into work for a whole day instead of just after school, which of course meant a bigger paycheck.
As a teacher, snow days still give me a thrill. I woke at my usual early workday hour, reached for my iPhone, and hopped onto my college's site. There it was, the little red banner saying the college was closed. Ahhh, back to sleep I went until it was time to take Neal to his bus.
I like having a job that ties me to my childhood in its rhythms. The snow day work ethic my mom instilled in me emerged. I did lots of food prep in the morning and lots of grading in the afternoon. I stole a little time for weaving, though, and I got outside to run around with the dogs.
If only there had been some real snow. We only got about 2" here. So much for the anticipated 12"!
Whether you had to go in to work on this snowy day (or, hey, maybe you don't live in a snowy area!) or not, what do you like about your job?
Also, happy birthday to my sister Maureen! Yup, she is 1 year and 364 days older than I am. Imagine that!