Thank you for all the sympathy, folks. I appreciate it.

My floor has one unisex bathroom, which is fine, there are only three people regularly on the floor - the dean of the chapel, the security guard, and me (the rest of the floor is conference rooms). Someone routinely does not flush, which is gross, but dealable. Today, some asshole has PEED ALL OVER THE FRONT OF THE SEAT. Not just a splash or a spot, but a good third of the seat is covered. I can't help but suspect the security guard, since he's kind of an asshole (i.e. doesn't bother to learn where the rooms in the building are, just sends them into my office)

ewwwww! My office only has the one bathroom but, fortunately, the gentlemen I work with are all pretty neat.

I'm not a violent man, but jeez Sparky, I wanna kick that gal's ass. And ya, the "I'm not listening to your horror story of 35 years ago cuz medicine has progressed LEAP YEARS since then" is a good attitude.

Shir, I hope you get your sleep tonight. I'm hoping to be hitting the post office in the next day or so, depending on weather (sorry, I'm not walking on icy walks more than I have to).

Speaking of ice. I woke to find my car covered in 10" of ice. Ok, I exaggerate, who knows how thick it really was, it might as well have been 10". Took me a good 20 min with the car running to scrape that crap off. I get to work, and it starts snowing! SNOWING! Granted, it's only flurries, but still. I thought I was in the south! Warm. Moist. WTF is up with cold, icey, snow crap?! Oh, the best is, I'm trying to figure out why my arm feels like a wet noodle. It took a good 30 minutes to realize I probably wore it out scraping the damn windows. Ya, I'm bitching, but it's good humored bitching. It's not angsty, more astonished.

Oh omnis... did no one tell you that "cold" in the South feels colder than anywhere else because of the humidity?

No lie, 30 degrees in Cleveland felt far more comfortable than 45 in Jax does.

God, I hate chipping ice. Here in Utah, the snow is usually dry, fluffy stuff that brushes off easily, even if there are three inches of it. Idiot drivers, though, seem to forget that three inches of dry fluff compacts to half an inch of ice on the road.

Sometimes I wish the plows wouldn't come through, especially in the parking lots. I call them Zambonis, because all they're doing is scraping off the top layer and clearing off that nice smooth sheet of ice underneath.

Omnis, when I lived in a winter wonderland I would get the car warming up, then turn on the defrost. First I'd scrape the side windows, by then the rear window defogger would be starting to work and I'd have some purchase to scrape the ice off the rear window. I'd do the windshield last as the defroster would start to work and I could get my scraper up under there and often push big pieces of ice up and off. I also think it's a good idea to invest in a heavy-duty long-handled scraper.

a heavy-duty long-handled scraper

The edge of your credit card isn't going to hack it anymore.

We had the White Death predicted overnight, so yesterday Big!Boss told us not to come in until noon today.

Wake up: no White Death.

Get ready to leave (around 11:30): snow starts to fall.

Drive in to work: fucking INSANITY. In the span of 100 yards on the *highway* (not back roads) I saw 3 cars spin out.

Walk into the office: Big!Boss tells us to go back home.

Drive home: hardly any snowfall.

Now home: no more snowfall.

Kind of a funny overreaction. But, you know, if Big!Boss had decided we should keep the office open, then it really would have been the Snowpocalypse. At least getting sent home right away meant I could swing by the Trader Joe's by my office.

To be fair, there were spots on the way in where I fishtailed something fierce (my car weighs less than a ton, which is lousy in snow and ice), but I was okay. Some people just have no idea how to drive in snow, and that's what I hate -- the drivers, not the snow.

Sparky, sounds like we could lock her in a room with my clueless boss and they would very happily gross each other out for the rest of their lives without noticing that the rest of the world has gone on without them.

Re Sparky's clueless person - I've always thought it was kind of mean to tell people with medical situations horror stories. Why get someone all scared and agitated for what might turn out to be nothing. So if a situation comes up that I've gone through, I'll try to reassure people that it doesn't have to be so bad (mamograms, tooth extractions, etc.)