I'm very very thankful for my nonexistant commute today. When I worked in Philly, this snow would have added a LOT of time to my commute. I don't remember going to work in the snow, but I came home in it a few times, and once it took me three and a half hours to get home. It usually took me 25 minutes. I wanted to kill. And sob. Man, and I remember that afternoon, going up to Dave Killingbeck and saying half-jokingly (but not really jokingly at all) "so what time do we get to leave today?" and he said "why would you get to leave early?" and I said "um, because of the snow?" and he said "what snow?" and I know his humor is dry and he was sort of kidding but he also WASN'T because I DIDN'T get to leave early, even though I did absolutely nothing all day long at that job, and they didn't need me, and right then and there, staring at him and trying very hard not to yell or stomp on his foot or anything, I decided when I leave this job, which is going to be VERY VERY SOON, I will NOT be getting a job at another big fucking company. I want to work at a little company where the president makes an announcement that everyone should go home because he is worried about them. I now work at a little company where the president finds the excuse of snow absolutely unacceptable as a reason not to come to work.