Just over a year ago, when I decided to work full-time from home, I made a list of the things I’d miss about my 9-to-5 job. Topmost on my list was that wonderful, adrenaline-inducing thing they call a “snow day.”
In the workaday world, snow days start off with a rumor — someone at work heard that it may snow overnight. Then the evening news confirms it. Then you find yourself waking up throughout the night to peer through the blinds and see if the wonderful white fluffy stuff has arrived.
In the morning, coffee in hand, you stand a few inches from the TV screen reading through the list of closings and hoping/praying that your company’s name will be on it.
I thought that as a freelance writer I’d be less excited about snow days. I wasn’t.