I have never, in my
Posted by: Liz | From: January 28, 2004
I have never, in my Colorado-raised/Tacoma-schooled days seen a snow day called a full 12 hours in advance. Yet, here in New York, that's exactly what happened. Sure, it was a bit slippery last night, and yes there was accumulation, but everyone knows the whether is a fickle thing. Maybe it's from my childhood days of waking up to snow drifts and enjoying a pleasant 70-degree day later that same afternoon that has instilled this knowledge in me, because it sure isn't common sense to these New Yorkers. Of course the ending to this story is that this morning broke with a beautiful 30-degrees, sun shining, roads plowed, and yet I am here alone in the office. Well, to be fair there are only two other people in my office and the boss is working from home, but honestly if a snow day was going to be called, I would have liked to know about it. But I then would have felt guilty because, as I mentioned, it is SUNNY outside.If you don't hear from me again it is because a blizzard started up after I finished this post and buried me in a fit of irony.
Would you like something helpful? Here you go: 1-800-201-7575. This is the Amazon.com customer service hotline. I feel like I'm giving away a big secret because they go to great lengths not to post this number on their website. But I googled them and found some other website that had it posted, so haha amazon.com people I CAN CALL YOU NOW. WHICH I DID--oops with the caps there ok--because their e-mail help is the least helpful thing I have ever had the displeasure of wading through. J told me a friend of his used to work in the customer service area answering phones for them and that it was a big joke to everyone. If a customer wanted to speak to a manager, the representative said, Sure. Then put them on hold and shouted out, Who wants to be the manager! to the rest of the workers. Fun and games.
I want to see the new episode of America's Top Model because on the previews they showed one contestant having her hair cut and dyed into a platinum bob. And then she cries so much these big fake eyelashes that they put on her fall off. It seems so tragic and funny all at once.
My co-worker has come in now, so my office is no longer empty, but humming with productivity. J's work, on the other hand, officially called it a snow day after he got there.
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