What I Did This Morning:

[fuzzybluemonkeys]

*wakes up to the sound of ice hitting the AC unit/windows*
*proceeds to get hopes up*
They gotta at least give us a delay, right?
*listens to the super-long list of school closings on PST*
Is it weird that I always have to listen to see if Pennsbury got the day off? Probably.
*calls Princeton snow hotline*
"Blah blah blah-normal operating hours-blah blah blah."
*throws down phone*
"Assholes. I fucking hate them."
*turns on TV*
"Blah blah blah-roads are very icy-blah blah blah-traffic is slow-blah blah blah-look at all the accidents!-blah blah blah."
*listens to PST snow closings again*
"Blah blah blah-don't drive unless you really have to-blah blah blah."
*calls snow hotline again*
It'd help if the guy doing the announcement didn't sound so smug about it.
*calls Robert*
"Hi Robert, it's Nicole- I'm not feeling particularly inclined to risk my life in order to come to work today so I'm going to take a vacation day."
"Blah blah blah-roads aren't that bad-blah blah blah."

Yeah, maybe not in downtown fucking Princeton.
I mean seriously, Robert lives close enough to ride his bike to work. "The roads aren't that bad." Shut up, Robert.
Seriously, I think it's pretty safe to say that the professional staff are the only ones who can actually afford to live in Princeton and the rest of us plebs are just expected to schlep in from Trenton if not farther.

I'm glad I have a job. I like my job- it's probably the least miserable I could possibly be while being employed full-time. I think it pays well, considering.
But there are times when I really fucking hate my employers and the gorram caste system they perpetuate.

Fuck you, Princeton.

Comments

[tobimonkee.livejournal.com]

maybe if your fiery crash was nto that bad forman would treat you he was filling in at the er cuz if the snow