The Impending Storm

Is it just me, or do we Torontonians like complaining about weather? Normally, I try to err on the side of caution, and say that living in Toronto comes with its caveats, but today it looks like the snow is truly that bad.

It's 4pm in the afternoon, and many of my cubicle compatriots have either fled or are in the process of abandoning ship. I, on the other hand, still sit at my desk, trying to decipher a bit of code that just won't compile in my Access database project. My captain, (read: my manager) is nowhere to be found, so I cannot leave without talking to him first. Yes, this is madness. I have been transformed into your typical approvals-oriented, permission-required civil servant. I have a feeling that if this were the Titanic, I would be the ridiculous bureaucrat running around for the captain to approve my requisition form for a lifejacket from the supply room.

I must be stupid. I mean, even the news is fear-mongering right now. Look at the Toronto Star's headline for today: "Worst of Snow Yet to Come".

It normally takes me 1 1/2 hours to commute home by transit. This morning it took me two hours to get here due to transit delays. So the irony is, even though everyone else is leaving early because of the storm, I get to leave late! Grrr. My boss is still not here. I'm torn. Do I ditch with two hours of my shift left? I wonder what is more tortuous: frostbite or being wracked with guilt?

Further proof that I don't possess common sense: I look forward to going outside later and taking pictures. Wish me luck on the trek home.

Reese

PS. If this is to be my last post... know that I died with hypothermia thinking: "Too bad, I can't blog my last thoughts....."