I’m sick of it too. SicksickSICK unto death.
Last week, my district manager (I’m a paper carrier) told me that one of his other “big” carriers (over 300 papers, there are only two of us on his routes) waded snow for several hours, got fed up, said fuck it and WENT HOME. I promised him I wouldn’t do the same, but let me tell you, I have been sorely tempted.
Last week a woman screamed at me for a good five minutes because her paper was late. Late, I tell you! The nerve! As if I wasn’t standing in the middle of her yard in TWO INCHES of sleet, on a day when a lot of carriers didn’t even deliver at all! Aaah, she was lucky to be standing inside an upstairs window at the time, or she would have been eating slush.
Give me summer. Heat, early sunrise, air conditioning. Fuck these “record setting snows!” winters.
Whew! I feel a little better. Wonder if it’ll snow again tonight?