I've come back for a bit...

So I haven't posted for a really long time because I got bored and annoyed with the whole thing. But then I got a comment from someone who thought he knew who I was (he doesn't) and thought I wrote a post targeted at him. I didn't. But some feelings are pretty common, so it obviously touched a familiar chord with him, and he reached out to whoever he thought I was talking about. I hope he finds the real person.

That said, on to my new rant. I hate the Northeast Corridor in the winter. Bloody snow. It's all right if you don't have to drive in it and can look out of the window at it. It is beautiful indeed. I don't mind having the occasional snowball fight. I might even make a snowman this time. But intelligent people with any possibility of finding a weather forecast at this time of year on TV, internet, radio, newspaper, or talking to someone who has, should stay the hell home when snow is predicted at more than a foot of snow unless they perform essential public services. Most people don't. Offices should have the good sense not to penalize people who don't want to risk their lives on the road with crazy people driving badly, either too slow or too fast, in the snow and call out. Retailers should allow people to go home when the accumulation gets bad enough to make driving dangerous, especially at night when temperatures drop. Screw profits. Close the bloody store already. No one in their right mind comes in anyway. Imagine the morons who end up coming in! No, you can't possibly. What's wrong with people? Plan ahead for chrissakes! Then stay the hell home. There's a chance of one or two feet of snow in my area tonight and I'll have to go to work and I know people are going to be lined up out the door like they'll never see daylight again, buying everything in sight. Come on people! It's only one truly dreadful weather day. Take your time digging out and then off you go the next day and you can go about your business again. Luckily, in my neck of the woods, it only really snows hard a couple of times and then we're home free, so what's a couple of days worth?

Once you've been banged up enough in life, there's no thrill in shoveling a couple of feet of snow, just a backache. Some people end up worse than that- falls, sprains, etc. SO not worth it!

Here's a simple concept for those of you who seem to be incapable of thinking ahead: it's bloody wintertime, fools! There will be horrible weather, if not today, at some point in the season. So it's probably a good idea to keep the house stocked with staples and just buy fresh things to supplement. Then you don't have to go into utter panic mode and freak out, driving retailers crazy. And how could you possibly live in the area for years, and not notice that this is how people get every time the dreaded "s" word (snow) is even muttered? Do NOT come in a half hour before we close and wonder why we don't have whatever your family can't live without and getting pissy about it, because, frankly, the smarter people have been coming in all day ahead of you and BUYING it! Geez! I'll bet you think milk appears magically on the shelves every day. Some poor shmo who works here has hauled some very heavy milk crates around all day long, trying desperately to keep up with demand,while every available warm body who managed to get there in the storm is probably manning every possible register as the lines snake down the aisles and people start getting angry at the wait. And if they're on the register trying to get you out the door quickly while they toil for hours without a break, hoping the line dies down long enough to finally get a chance to pee before it's too late, they probably can't be stocking shelves at the exact same time.

The only thing worse than coming in last minute and complaining that supplies are low is the even stupider people who come after the hour we close and demand that we let them in. Look, we're all waiting for the store to close so we can go home. If you can't find the' time in the thirteen hours we're open to shop, then it's just too bloody late. Give up and go home.