As this will come as a surprise to absolutely no one, the east coast got slammed with snow. Again. And this time Baltimore took it on the chin. After being out Monday and Tuesday having surgery, leaving early yesterday to pick Noelle up from daycare as they closed early, I'm stuck at home today as I can't get out of my neighborhood. Dyl tried to get my car to the top of the street so I could get to work but he got stuck and very nearly wedged my car (and himself) firmly across the the top of the street thereby almost earning us the hatred of everyone on our road. So now I'm forced to wait for the plow to be able to get out.
Why should I be upset about this unexpected snow day? Well, my company is open, others in my department made it in, I was out for 2 days already and I have this bizarre need to be there to support the plant even though I want nothing more than to just say 'eff it'. This is what having a strong work ethic gets you: a ridiculous amount of guilt over not being able to work. How is this healthy? It isn't. It can't be. For Pete's sake, we flavor food, we don't cure cancer. And yet, I care. I stress about it. I'm beyond devastated that this was the first time in 13 years at this company that I have ever called out sick. How stupid is that?
So one bitter product development/sensory professional is available for hire who also cooks but tends to prefer brownies to cupcakes.