Stop Raining On My Snow Day Parade
I had a snow day today – me and every other teacher on the East Coast. It felt like Christmas. I was so giddy I actually had a hard time falling back asleep, but somehow, somehow, I persevered. I know. I’m amazing.
Actually, the whole morning was quite dramatic.
5:27 a.m. My alarm clock went off at the usual time and instead of my normal routine (which involves some intense snooze button action and a lot of cursing of the morning), I hopped out of bed and ran to the window. You see, I had been harboring some hope for a snow day, but was too afraid to jinx the possibility. I even wore my pjs inside out.
5:29 a.m. After determining that it was indeed shitty outside, I ran to my computer (which I had conveniently stowed next to the bed for an immediate update on the weather…I said I was afraid to ˆjinxˆ my snow day, I didn’t say I was afraid to ˆmonitorˆit. Big diff.
5:30 a.m. I scoured several news websites and…nothing. Damn.
5:35 a.m. I checked my school’s website. Nothing. Damn. Maybe I should take a shower? Am I (gasp!) going to brave the elements?
5:50 a.m. I’m out of the shower and back on the computer.
5:51 a.m. I check the news website for school closings. Damn.
5:52 a.m. I check my school’s website. Damn.
5:53 a.m. I take a moment to stew in my own anger. Every school district around my house is closed. Every school district around my school is closed. WTF? What are we? Mailmen? I don’t remember taking that oath…
5:54 a.m. I check the weather. It says it is going to snow all afternoon. We might get 10 to 12 inches. And sleet, don’t forget the sleet.
5:55 a.m. I realize that, after my hour long commute which necessitates several forms of transportation, no one is going to be waiting for me at the door with a trophy. And, I will most likely only be greeted by a list of names of co-workers (who live much much closer) who have called out.
5:56 a.m. That’s it. I’m calling out. I open a word document and begin to write sub plans. I open up my cell phone and scroll to find my school’s absentee number.
5:57 a.m. I receive a text message from above. (Actually it was from one of my Super Colleagues, but whatever.) SCHOOL IS CLOSED!!
I leaped up in the air. I wrote several aggressive text messages back to my Super Colleague demanding to know her sources. After all, I want to be d-bag who doesn’t show up for work claiming, “I thought we had a snow day.” And of course, my cynicism is unfounded. She is right and we are free.
6:00 a.m. I run to the bathroom, put my pjs on (still inside out, just in case) and jump back into bed.
6:15 a.m. I’m still awake. Too excited to sleep.
6:30 a.m. I begin counting backwards from 100…
8:30 a.m. I wake up.
Skipping down the stairs, I made a lovely breakfast for Mr. Mimi and I to actually eat TOGETHER. I linger over my morning coffee, blogs and TV. I change into real clothes around 11.
Mr. Mimi and I decide to take advantage of his home office day, and my snow day and get our taxes done. I know, it doesn’t sound like very much fun to me either, but it needs to get done and I love crossing things off my list. So we go.
The person preparing our taxes (who was a VERY loud talker by the way) said, “Lucky you, with the day off. Teachers always want a day off…never want to work.”
Um, hello? Drive-by! Who do you think you are, person who really only works during tax season? First of all, who doesn’t want a bonus day off every now and then? Second of all, snow days are one of the bonuses of being a teacher…just like expense accounts, squashy office chairs and unmonitored bathroom breaks are the bonuses of other people’s jobs. Let me have my bonus please. And third of all, screw you for insinuating that teachers never want to work. Just screw you.
As I opened my mouth to let her have it, Mr. Mimi (recognizing the signs of an impending explosion…hey, he’s been around awhile) quickly made a joke and changed the subject.
She was lucky he was there…