There are few times during the year that I wish I had chosen the route of being a teacher. Typically June, July and August, followed by the occasional Jewish holiday, government holiday and finally, any of the days during December, January and February that qualify as "snow days."
Crap, who am I kidding? I'll even take a delayed opening here and there.
Alas, being a nurse is much like working for the United States Postal System. Guaranteed to be be there, "Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds." Although this might be the "unofficial" creed of the USPS, didn't I hear Florence Nightengale say something like that?
Unfortunately, hospitals do not have "snow days." Lucky for me, the hospital will often provide stretchers set up in the hallway for those nurses who fear they might not be able to make it back through the storm in the morning. (No thanks. I'll stay at the Sheraton down the road!)
So there I was.. Four-thirty in the morning, shoveling the driveway with a puppy that wasn't much help. No matter what direction I tried to throw the snow in, he would always be there- dumb look on his face and sticks in his mouth. (Why couldn't life be that simple for me?)
Here's to hoping this was the first (and last) "snow storm" of the season. Five inches of powder and an inch or two of slushy ice-ness is enough for this nurse.