I love thunderstorms, but
they come second to blizzards in terms of how much I hate driving in them. Puddling was awful on 95 North — one big one in the left lane just after the 295 split nearly pulled me off the road — and visibility was essentially nil. I could see the big green highway signs, but I couldn’t read them until I was right under them.
I got tired of it after ten minutes of doing 45mph and not being able to see the end of my own car’s hood, got off the highway at Jefferson Boulevard, and got back on the highway going South.
I know what I said yesterday, that keeping Job #1 requires me to occasionally appear at Job #1, but my life is worth more than eight dollars an hour. And if the managers don’t respect that, then it’s not my problem.