Let it Snow

I'm imprisoned in a library! Ah!

Normally this would be no bad thing, but I'm also trapped behind the Information desk. The situation is becoming dire.

I was supposed to work in the Reference office this morning so, without checking the university webpage, I blithely went to work. I wandered outside, chipped my way into the car, spent half-an-hour deicing it, drove around the fallen trees in the road, and walked into work.

So, apparently there was this big ice storm. And the university closed. But not the library - heavens no! But noone came in, really, because most people are trapped by tree limbs, so the seven or so people who made it here, once they got over their surprise, shanghaied me to the information desk. Now I'm stuck here until someone can come relieve me. I'm into hour 7 of this shift by now and I'm super ready to go home. Really.

The number of people who have trudged through the storm to get to the internet amazes me. Well, not as much since one of my regulars said it was this or staying home in a powerless apartment. Still. Not everyone here can be out of power, plus they're all really industrious. Who risks life and limb to come work on their research paper? I mean, I'm all for dedication, but seriously: finals are canceled for today. Take it as a sign, give this day a miss, and curl up with a hot beverage at home.

This unexpected sojourn has given me far too much internet time (What, study for my final? What language speaketh you?) and I've determined something. There are way too many cute things on the internet. Shoes and books and stationary and clothes. My pay is minscule here, internet, why must you taunt me? But I've also had time (Plenty of time, if time were money I could buy that shirt I saw at Anthropologie. Wait, or is the phrase 'time is money'? Because that wouldn't work at all - at this job, it would have to be 'time is peanuts.' Which doesn't make any sense whatsoever.), and I've decided that I'm feeling too Christmacy to let it all end with the present wrapping. Which I did during the ice storm - festive!

So, for all those who made it this far through the unending post, here's the deal: if you email me your address and favorite/most hated Christmas pasttime/tradition/habit/experience you will get in return a lovely extra-special Christmas card! For those of you already excited, my email address is asunlitrose@yahoo.com. For those of you still dubious - think of the joy of getting mail that isn't a bill or a circular for tires! That's the spirit. See above for my email. Now come, give me a reason to make merry again.

And if it starts to snow again, promise you'll come rescue me?