The Internet killed: The Snow Day

There was once a time when if it snowed 10 inches you called it a day.  I’m talking adults, not children.  I’m talking work, not school. Those days are long behind us. Today Philadelphia was blanketed with just under 10 inches of snow.  In the past that would have meant shoveling you and your neighbors out, digging out cars, and the maybe a late lunch at the local pub in front of a fireplace.  Or maybe you’re more traditional – you would have built a snowman with your children and then go sledding, followed up by some hot chocolate.  It’s a Norman Rockwell postcard waiting to happen.

But the Internet has ended that.  My home broadband connection is way faster than my work connection;  I can access all my files remotely and honestly, it’s easier for me to get work done at home than it is in the office. My company doesn’t even close – ever and why should they?

Still, it’s a bit sad. Or maybe it’s just growing up.

Anyway, a modern Norman Rockwell will have to look elsewhere for subjects and we’ll just have to pray for snow days to fall on Saturday and Sunday.

  • http://cynicsgirl.blogspot.com Cyn

    My Snow Days were killed long ago by working in radio – where there is no such thing – and now by kids. I’m not a bad mother – really – but I curse that Norman Rockwell guy and all he stands for. In reality, my kids could only play outside so long before frostbite started nibbling at extremities, and the rest of yesterday seemed like one long whine. And we didn’t have any hot chocolate. And my husband had to go to work anyway. Damn.

    Anyway, I’m a big advocate of working from home in general – I don’t know how you’d feel about it Spencer if it were your regular situation…

    Don’t you think the whole constant connectedness is erasing the line between work/leisure anyway? It’s like suddenly everyone’s always on call. (Gotta go, Rockwell’s texting me from the Great Beyond, and he’s pissed…)

    • Spencer

      I love working from home also. If I could do it more often, I would – but even yesterday I trudged in.