…I want to be a weatherman/girl. Meteorologist.
What other job can you have that when you make a mistake you don’t have to:
- Admit you were wrong
- Get fired
Yep, I’m still waiting for the big snowstorm that was supposed to hit us last night. I even got up twice in the middle of the night last night and turned on the front porch light to see how bad it was. Nadda. If it was summer there would have been crickets singing their song of “nothing to look at here.”
By the radar map, it looks like it is “this” close to us, but refuses to budge. Not that I mind not getting hit with gobs of snow, and hubby has stated that he really doesn’t want to bring out the snow blower again, but it’s the principle.
When things like this are predicted, your whole life revolves around it. You make a mad dash to the store to buy crap that you think you need but don’t (and I didn’t leave the house today because I have all the crap I need). You cancel any travel plans that you have (we didn’t have any). You pray for a “snow day” from work (I have Monday’s off until July, so doesn’t affect me).
OK, so it really doesn’t matter to me this one single time whether the people on the Weather Channel were right.
But it’s still the principle of it.