Snow, Ice, and stress

When I was kid,  I loved snow days.  What kid doesn't?  No school, right?  The one major kid responsibility, go to school, is taken away and you are left to your own kid devices.  As an adult, there is a little bit of kid inside us when they start cancelling stuff.  We know down deep that we probably won't get out of going to work, but we still hold out hope.    We listen, like the kids we still are, as the commentators rattle off school after school and business after business.   Some people might get to stay home, but for some reason I always seem to work for company that never, ever closes.     This tends to stress you out when you are a manager.  Your people think, wow the company doesn't care about me.  Why are all the other companies closing early and we can't.  For the most part I let that roll off my back. 

I finally had my fill of that on Saturday.  I sort of told my boss what I thought about it, via text.  Not the smart thing I guess, but I did it.  She never answered me either, so I am left hanging to what she is going to say about it.  Luckily, I am not stupid.  It wasn't an angry, disrespectful text.  It was just expressing my disappointment.  Oh well, I guess I will find out soon enough what will happen.  More than likely, she hasn't even read it.  Texting is rather new to her anyway. 

But it has burbled over my stress level now that was ratcheted up by the layers of ice and snow in my driveway, yard and my city.   So, as I it here, Sunday services cancelled because of the weather, I ponder my life right now.  I am pondering why I am obsessing over a text that was, frankly the truth, and probably isn't going to make a hill of beans of difference to the reader.   Is my life going to be all about this stupid job now?  What would my mom say?

I know what she would say.  Don't borrow trouble, Deb!   Just take your medicine! 

I've been missing my mom  quite a bit lately.  If you follow this blog, you've read some of that.  But its quiet mornings like this, when something is eating at me, that I miss her the most.  I can't pick up the phone and listen to her wisdom calm me down.  I can't hear her voice chuckle at me when I crack a joke. 
I only get to hear her in my dreams now.  Luckily she still visits me there.

So I guess I will wait to see what happens.  If you worry about something long enough, you get to the point where you just don't care anymore.  I'm almost there with this!