(Don't) Let it Snow

Here it comes. The annual Vancouver snow freak out. We're expecting anywhere from 5-15 cm by tomorrow night. Now, to the rest of Canada, that's chump change. That's a balmy December day. No big deal. But to Vancouver, 5-15cm of snow is enough of a reason to abandon your vehicles on the side of the road, skip out on work or school, and, if it comes to it, eat your family members one by one in a them-or-me survival ritual.

I grew up in the prairies, and I like snow. I miss snow. I want to spend the day drinking cocoa and gazing out the window while I watch It's a Wonderful Life by the light of the Christmas tree. Or throw on a scarf and some mittens and go strolling through the winter wonderland till my nose starts running and my forehead goes numb. But that's not really an option, as I have to work. And the 155 hours in sick time that I have cost my company so far this year makes a snow day a little difficult to pull off. Seriously, I saw it on my paystub last week--155 hours in sick time. Thank god for unlimited sick days. But my bonus/raise appraisal is coming up, and even "unlimited" has it's limits, apparently.

So, unless it's super insanely snowy tomorrow morning and not worth the risk, I will have to make my way to the office. Which means either we hit the highway with the many morons who have no snow tires and who are only used to seeing the white stuff on their own terms (when they get decked out in their MEC gear and drive up to Whistler on the weekends), or we pile on to the bus/SkyTrain with the hoards of other miserable, tired people who opted for public transport. Ugh.

It ain't going to be pretty. Every time it snows here the city goes crazy. Sirens everywhere. People panicking. Power failures. And good luck getting a pizza delivered. Anarchy.