The snow and ice and cold are still dominating my days. Yesterday, I stayed home from work because of it. That’s a new behavior for me. For most of my working life I would tough it out to make it in. When the kids were younger, work would actually let me bring them, instead of using a sick day. I remember driving them home once from work in the blinding snow, thinking I saw something ahead of me on the highway and spinning completely around. Another time, I started down the street, annoyed at some old person creeping along in front of me. I passed that car and slid about two blocks down a hill onto a busy street. Both times I was OK, but I also knew I was nuts to risk myself, my car, and my kids to not use a sick day.
Nowadays, kids and sick days are not a concern, and at times I’m called upon to be the manager if others can’t make it. Then, again, I’ll do my best to get there. But for the past two years, if I’m not the manager on call, and they cancel the schools, I’ve stayed home. I really question the decision not to close for the day. So today, at work, those who made it in yesterday had a bit of an attitude about those who didn’t, including me.
And I’m really OK with that. I have been the person who toughed it out for many years, and it really didn’t help anyone in the long run. When people ask me if they should fight their way in, I usually tell them not to. But turnover is very high, and most people don’t have anything like my accumulated time off.
In other news, I got an email from an old old AA friend, a kind of sponsor. She knew me from my first meetings, and we’ve kept in touch ever since. That’s 30 years now. In a very odd coincidence, shortly after I moved 400 miles away, her daughter moved also and lives just a few miles away from me. She had a baby a few days ago, and my friend is visiting. It will be fun to see her and go to a meeting, if we’re able to.
Walking the dog this afternoon in the freezing slush, I actually had the thought that this helps me appreciate spring so much more. And it does.