My current supervisor has been officially informed of my impending job switch. This is good. She's happy for me, and has told me emphatically that I'm "too good" for my current position. So that's nice to hear. I hope that they find someone good to take my place. (But not TOO good. Turns out that I'm selfish and want to be remembered fondly.) I'm glad, though, that I'm staying in this office. It's a good place to be.
Hm. Looks like the "flaking" has decided to upgrade itself since I started typing this. I'm gonna officially categorize it as "snowing" now. Goody.
I sound like such a spoilsport, which isn't fair. I honestly do love the snow. It's just that I hate people's reactions to it, and I still have the schoolkids' conviction that snow should equal a day free of responsibility. The snow's insistence on coming while I'm at work, combined with the improbability of it leading to me getting any time off today . . . well, that's the problem. I'd be thrilled if it were snowing and I was able to put on my warmest clothes, go out walking or playing in it, and then come home for the traditional hot chocolate and cookies, wrap myself up in a blanket, snuggle up on the couch. You get the idea.