So I’m sitting at work today, and around noon, the sky pretty much begins falling, and doesn’t really stop until about 9 p.m. The best part was, that people in the office began freaking out, and plots to get out of the office early, and all the other nonsensical excuses people come up with to skirt their work duties began stirring. For hourly slaves like myself, that’s not always in the best interests, but that’s another story.
Bottom line, by 3:30-ish, 80% of the office was gone, and I was back to plugging away at doing the tasks expected of me in order to earn my gravy. The local traffic site, Georgia-Navigator.com was about as flooded with bandwidth like the morning I found out that Costco was selling Piss3s online when they first came out, and I tried really really hard to get one. But I stayed pat, because one, I’m smarter than everyone else in the office, and two, I need the hours.
I leave the office at around 5:45, and that’s normally a time of day in which Atlanta roads are nothing short of catastrophic. But seeing as the majority of the city fled and created the epidemic rush hour earlier rather than later, I had the luxury of cruising through the surface streets towards the highway in relative ease. And it’s during this time, that I’m thinking, I’ve seen snow in lots of places. Virginia, Maryland, the Carolinas, New York, Toronto, etc, but there’s something about seeing it in my home state that just seems so different, and so pretty.
Yeah, snow in Georgia is pretty rare to begin with, and I think the aesthetic difference is the simple fact that the state of Georgia is ill-equipped to deal with it. Meaning, that after the snow decided it was going to start sticking and covering up the city, there was nothing that anyone could do about. I seriously doubt the city has vehicles ready-equipped in the event of a genuine winter storm, and probably has to relegate to multi-purposing dump trucks, or using independents to salt the roads or plow the snow.
So I’m driving through DeKalb/Fulton borderline, looking at this magical suburban winter wonderland, enjoying the sites of uncleared roads, walkways, and trees that are all outlined in white, with little man could to do disturb it. And to put the cherry on top, I managed to get home relatively swiftly, with enough daylight to see the company that we had back at the house in Zombieland.
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This brogging thing is certainly more convenient, now that I’ve moved towards WordPress. No need to consolidate all writing activities to the PC, when I can get it all done right in bed.
I’ve got three things I wrote in the last few weeks that I didn’t bother posting, because I was preparing for this transition; now I’m not quite sure on how I’m going to retroactively post them on this now, or if I should even bother, and just post them, as if I were still in Virginia and North Carolina the last two weekends. Eh well.
