Who the heck do I think I am?

I slept until about 10:30. Around 3:00 my landlord's guys came to shovel / plow out.... but they didn't do the walkways from the front to the driveway (just the back) and while they dug out his car, they didn't dig out mine. So I went out about 4:00 and shoveled around my car and got the worst of the snow off of it. I was about 1/3 done when my landlord got home. I was telling him that I figured I'd get to it before it all froze because I needed milk (and cough medicine). He said, "Well, there's no one at Shaw's!" put his groceries inside and helped me shovel the rest of the way around the car. I took off for Shaw's - and he's right, it was a ghost town, got home, stripped off because man, I had got all sweaty from the shoveling and my core temp went up while bundled and in the store, and showered. I'm now back in jammies and I'm all set with groceries. I should probably make dinner soon.

The roads are all clear and the buses are running, so work tomorrow will be no problem.

I just received a notice of termination from the Census. Their reason? Lack of work.

Hello? You never SCHEDULED me to work, you fuckwits! How am I supposed to report for work if you never TELL me when you want me to come in?

I mean. Okay. The job was shit. But it would have been a little tiny bit of income. It might have helped extend my unemployment benefits a couple weeks here and there. And plus? I've never been "terminated" from a job in my life. Bastards.


On the bright side, my landlord just brought up the A/C unit!! So I will have a cooled-off bedroom by bedtime! W00T.

What'd y'all think?

I thought he pretty well bitch-slapped everyone who needed it, including the Dems. The question is whether he can maintain the attitude when he's not the one solely controlling the agenda and the message.

But, on that note, I saw this on Liam's LJ and I pass it on to all y'all:

Phelps-a-Thon

"[W]hen the [Fred] Phelps group comes to Gunn High School to protest, they will actually be raising money for LGBT equality and understanding at the School!"

Good for them!


Crap, it's snowing! It's been so nice out, but now it's all big fat flakes. Feh.


Netflix has brought me "Lost" Season 1 (disc one). Don't spoil me!

I'm just as glad I took boss up on the permission to leave early. The rain over all the snow from earlier is creating a slushy, wet frozen mess. VERY slippery and deep, horrid puddles that really resemble nothing else so much as walking through large tracks made up of snowcones.

Anyway, home now. Checking email and I've got a couple work things to do, but otherwise glad I came home when it was still light and not *quite* frozen over.

Tomorrow morning's commute is going to SUCK bigtime.

Horrible, horrible weather yesterday in Boston. Maybe you've heard?

Treacherous trip home, including being in Cambridge still when the caternary wires on the trolley got so crusted with ice that they were *sparking* and the cars stopped running. Had to wait about 10 minutes while they sent out diesel buses to rescue us all. Then had to dig car out (thank you, anonymous nice neighbour who came out with her shovel and then gave me a push!), and go around the block twice because I couldn't make it over the plow bank at the end of the drive the first time. I had thought about leaving the car yesterday morning, but on the whole I'm glad I didn't because Glenn had the driveway plowed (which he couldn't have done with my car there).

It was one of those evenings when you call your mother to let her know you're home.

I did get to have a "Remus moment" - this is what etakyma and I call it when strangers for some inexplicable reason expect us to be helpful, like asking for directions. A girl got on the bus asking, "Was this the bus that got stuck in the snow?" Turns out she had been on a bus that got stuck and was moved to a second bus. She got all the way to Waverley Square only to realize that she left bags on the bus they abandoned. So she was working her way back trying to find a marooned bus with her bags on it. She mentioned that they were Valentine's gifts - things to give or to get, I didn't ask. But she was upset, and I told her that when she got home, she could look up the customer service number on the MBTA website and to call them and ask for the number for the garage for the 73 lines, and that she could then call *that* number and ask about the bags. I predict there was probably a lot of lost and found last night, what with all the buses and trolleys getting mired.

So this morning, I decided that the car can bloody well stay where it is. It's nosed in, but it's all the way back, the drive is clear (except for the apron where the street plow raked up about a foot and a half of frozen slush). I put on my knee-high Timberland boots (slightly worried because they weren't really broken in yet) and hiked, expecting a skating rink.

But here's the fun part: The snow was so dense and so crusted over that I could walk without breaking it! So there I was, on my long walk to Waverley Square, walking on top of the snow like one of the Sindar! Woot. Go me. I knew I had elf blood somewhere. /channeling Ryan.

And the boots have been okay. My ankles will probably have funny bruises, but that's all right.

In other news: I'm such a tv-oholic. Wednesday: Bones, Criminal Minds, Medium

Bones! Stephen Fry's been on last week and this as a psychiatrist. Booth is so tortured. Yay.
Criminal Minds! Oh, poor Reed! But don't you dare, baby. Don't you dare. Oh - and that's the second time in two days that the federal officer has made friends with the local officer, only to watch the local cop get shot dead right in front of him. (Tony in NCIS Tuesday, now Morgan on Criminal Minds)
Medium! I swear, Joe DuBois is THE BEST TV HUSBAND EVAR!!!!!111!