What do you call it when it's snowing less than can be called "flurries"? Just a few flakes falling past the window lazily. I think I'll call it "flaking". It's flaking in Columbia at the moment. That's fine. My oft-stated position on the winter is this- If it's cold, it had better be snowing. If it's snowing, it had better be on a day when I don't have to go anywhere, or else it had better be snowing hard enough to justify staying home. It rarely works out that way, so mostly I have to content myself with hoping for safe driving conditions- and by this I mean mainly that I want the others driving on the road with me to refrain from stupidity. I realize that this may be too much to ask. I mean, what good is life if you can't Freak The Hell Out at the first sign of crystallized precipitation?
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.