Snow 1, Cecily 0

Despite my complaining, I really did have every intention of going to work today. But what’s a girl to do when her landlord can’t be arsed to shovel the sidewalk? Not that he was alone in his indifference, as this photo will attest:

I’m not made for this kind of weather. Oh sure, I’m plenty well insulated, but when it comes to actual cold weather/snow gear, it’s pretty darned difficult to walk into a store and buy suitable snow gear when you’re built like I am, and when your feet are big enough to be mistaken for snowshoes.

It took approximately 15 minutes to walk three blocks. Between jumping over snow banks, unsuccessfully avoiding being splashed by passing traffic, and almost being bumped off the sidewalk by some git whose mama didn’t raise him right, by the time I actually made it to the bus stop, I was already in a bad mood. Waiting for the #17 Oak for an hour didn’t help matters any.
I knew when I was licked. I knew that if I stood there any longer and waited, I’d only end up wetter with more snow dumping down my back as it melted from tree branches, and given that I’d be in an even worse mood, which, despite all efforts to the contrary, I’d undoubtedly take out on a unsuspecting patron. I gave up, called my boss, and trudged back home. I’ll try again bright and early tomorrow morning.