There were no magical costumes.
Or medleys from "The Lion King".
Nor were there semi-enthralled kids who are cracked out of their minds on cotton candy.
There was just me, flailing like Hans Gruber after being tossed off the Nakatomi Building.
Chicago was hit with something called freezing rain last night. I don't really understand what freezing rain is because I thought if precipitation fell from the heavens and it was below 32 degrees it was considered snow. But, no, it was raining last night which mean everything was encased in ice like an individually frozen chicken breasts.
And since I haven't invested in crampons for my tractionless work shoes (which are the same Doc Marten's I've had for going on 12 years now...) it was a bit like the ice follies attempting to get from my apartment to my car and from the car to the office. Luckily once I got to my car I had not problem getting in and the heated seats made up for the tensed up way of walking I used to get to my car to stop me from falling on my arse. The dumb Eclipse (which if you read any of my previous posts or follow me on Twitter you know I have no love for) looked like a block of solid ice.
It made me giggle.
Once I arrived at work, it wasn't any better. I watched a car slide dangerously close to one of the light posts which made me wonder if it fell on my car would my company make me take a vacation day to deal with the sorrow of seeing my baby crushed? Or could I use a bereavement day?
Thank god it warmed up enough to melt the crazy ice, thus making my trip home it's usualy delightful 14 minute ride home to my cozy apartment which I should be cleaning instead of blogging about ice.
Still, I think I have my priorities straight.
~ The Office Scribe