I want to be snowed in! Obviously I am envisioning the snowed in where the heat and electricity and internet all still work, where we are warm and dry and toasty inside our battened down, fully functioning abode - inside looking out and all. Outside = snowy blizzard of DOOM. Inside = chestnuts roasting on an open fire. You know, THAT kind of snowed in.
Really, though, it'd be great. Hottie McHots wouldn't have to work - it would all be postponed/cancelled. We would have a great excuse to watch movies, eat feel-good junk food (homemade popcorn with REAL BUTTER - oh yeah, that's right, I said it), sleep, be lazy, goof off as a family. I wish we were snowed in.
But we're not. And Hottie McHots is pushing to close a deal by Friday - well, HE'S not pushing to close it. He's being pushed to close it, per the client. While we both acknowledge the paycheck is a nice one, it's not worth the stress and health risks and selling of his soul. I think a phone call is in order, wherein I ring the managing partners, give them a good what for, and institute a curfew.
Or maybe I'll just call in and sound all official when I tell them it's a snow day.
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