It’s supposed to snow today.
And it’s supposed to last until tomorrow.
And I don’t care.
News like this would have thrilled me in my younger years. It would have meant a 2-hour delay or even better, a snow day. It would have meant watching the news at night in the hopes that they’d delay us prematurely. It would have meant checking the roads for snow at midnight or 3 or whenever I happened to wake up during the night. It would have meant sledding with my neighbors, building jumps, running over bushes (wait…that’s a different story…) and drinking hot chocolate to thaw out. Even in college it would have meant not going to my 8am classes…either by school cancellation or by choice.
There’s no snow day option anymore. There’s no 2-hr delay in the real world. I got my first taste of this when I was an intern at Town & Gown. It was spring semester of my senior year and we had a huge snow storm. The roads were barely plowed and the sidewalks? Forget about it. But instead of staying in bed, sleeping until noon and then getting up for class, I was trekking the 3 blocks to my office (it’s so funny to type that b/c it was SUCH a trek back then). I only passed one other person on the way to work that day and he was only up b/c he was meeting friends for breakfast.
Long story short, it sucked.
And now what? What am I supposed to do with the weather reports calling for snow? What am I supposed to do with the murmers of “it’s gonna be a big one!”? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. There’s nothing I can do.
How boring is that?!
No matter how much it snows tonight, if it’s barely flurrying or if it’s like last year’s big snow, it won’t matter. Because come tomorrow, when my alarm goes off, I’m still going to have to drag my butt into the shower, pick out something warm, throw on my Uggs and pray that I don’t fall down the stairs into the subway or wipe-out in the middle of 5th avenue.
Stupid snow anyway….