So, the Big Winter Storm whipped through here last night...much hysteria from our weathermen…and left only an inch or so of snow. But it ended by depositing a layer of ice, so we were told to come into work four hours late. Now usually I take a “4 hours late” message to mean “Hey, we’re giving you 4 hours…why don’t you just take the other 4 and stay home!” But today Arthur wanted to go in…and I had an audit to clear. So we trudged into work. My fixed shift (we revert to fixed shifts if we have partial days…otherwise we’re on flex-time) ended at 5 p.m. and Arthur’s ended at 4. So I took a little leave so we weren’t at work too, too late. Hey, it’s our anniversary! I didn’t want to work that late. (I am too used to leaving at 3:30 every day.)
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