So all day yesterday with the "SNOW COMING SNOW COMING MESSY COMMUTE STAY TUNED" and then this morning, nothing.
One great big nothing.
Good. There's something so inherently wrong anyway with rushing to work in the slush and spinning out every time the light turns green only to get to a cubicle where 18 people a day ask *you* things because you're apparently you're both approachable and helpful, not to mention pleasant and good-looking.
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