It snowed yesterday. I sat in one of the conference rooms at work and watched it fall. The whole room of people groaned: it was the first snow of the season.

I started thinking of things that would make this time of year easier. I mused aloud, "Why do I still live here?"

Someone replied, "Because summer and fall are beautiful."

"Okay, you got me." I guess that means I'm staying, and I need to work with what I've got. I replied back, "I can stand snow in December. I can't stand snow any other time."

My project manager replied, "If there's no snow, you can't snowshoe." (She and I spoke of the activity only days before.)

"Okay. I will allow it to snow on 10 Saturdays on the condition that it be melted by Sunday."

Some brave person spoke up and said what we were all kind of thinking. "It looks so pretty, doesn't it?"

And it did look pretty. The snowstorm was made of those big fluffy flakes that taste so perfect when you catch them on your tongue, and the dormant dullness of late fall was gone with a brush of glitter.

"Yeah. Okay, so I want to alter my service level agreement one final time. I will allow snow from November to the end of February. I really must insist that it all be gone by March. Nonnegotiable."

Someone else asked, "...and the small print?"

"It's not allowed to snow, sleet, or precipitate in any way on the roads or walkways."

The PM replied, "I think we can all agree that that's fair. And your implementation strategy?"

Urgh...




(Anyone out there know who I need to talk to? I can be VERY persuasive!)