As some of you may have realised from the post I put on Scienerf about walking in the snow….we have it here.
The UK usually gets enough to make the world pretty but not enough to cause more than a bit of slush on the roads, this year it has decided that that is just not good enough and we have had inches and inches of the bloody white stuff.
While I was off work I didn’t mind, I had nowhere really important to go, Toby enjoyed running around in it and it made the world look pretty. So why oh why did it have to decide that last night was the night it just had to inundate us with another 4 inches of the white stuff when I had to be in work for 9 am!!
I have to vent what happened today because it is making me very annoyed and low as well as giving me a lot of physical pain.
I woke up at 7am, opened the back door to let Toby out and he just stood there looking at me because there was so much snow that even he thought twice about it and it had somehow managed to make my washing line 3 inches in diameter :S
So the usual drill was augmented slightly, breakfast for me, get dressed, breakfast for Toby and then outside to try and warm up the car and remove as much of the snow as I could from it. I swore quite a lot as I realised that the idiots across the road had not moved their damn cars and I would have to try and jiggle around to get my car out…it’s bad enough when there is no snow…with 4 inches of it on the road and drifts of it all around? For fucks sake! I was lucky to not skid into their cars and only just managed to get it out at all as I became wedged at one point.
I joined the creeping cars when I got to the main roads, that part was not so bad, slushy yes but do-able then I got near to the house I work at and the area was gridlocked, as I crept along in the traffic my wheels span and I struggled to get along those roads. I should have just turned back at that point but the part of me that just had to get to work and prove I could do it carried on.
As I got closer, the roads became whiter until I got to their road and it was worse than mine to the point where I tried to go up a slight hill and…..couldn’t. My poor little car just couldn’t cope with it and I skidded backwards almost hitting a parked car. The ladies I work with spotted me struggling and came out, we got the snow shovels out and dug around my wheels to give them a chance at finding purchase. My car wouldn’t move though unless it was towards the parked one and by some miracle I managed to manoeuvre it past as my car span of its own accord and left me facing the other direction.
We decided at that point that as it was still snowing and was meant to continue, I would be safer going home, I passed my boss warning her not to go that way and telling her I was heading back, I would call the other service near me and see if I was needed there.
Once out of that little road I had to go back up another hill. This road was being used a little more but it still wasn’t enough, the slush was just too much for my car and I made it 3/4 of the way up and it just wouldn’t go any further. I put on my warning lights and stepped out of the car just as another person went past and another came down the hill. Bless him he stopped and asked if I wanted a push! He got out and the man who had stood by watching me seemed to feel the guilt and helped him, finally shouting thank yous out the window I made it to the top of the hill. I think he understood why I didn’t stop once there to thank him properly!
Those roads were terrible, I was numb, completely dissociating from it all in order to cope. Only realising that I was pretty shaken when I got back to roads that were well used and gritted. I stopped at a petrol station to get rid of some of the snow that had slid off the roof onto the bonnet, to get some cigarettes, a bottle of pop and to use the loo!
I finally made it back to my street and was back to skidding and sliding my way to my driveway where I came to a halt. I couldn’t get in even though one of the cars had moved and ended up parking in the space he had left because I could hear my engine struggling and I didn’t want to kill my little car just to get it off the road!
I trudged into my house passing one of my neighbours out playing with his dog and little boy so I left the front door open and let Toby out, he had a nice play in the snow with the other dog and then we came inside.
That stupid part of me that just couldn’t not win against this snow insisted I ring work and see if they needed me at the other service I work at that is closer to me. They did and I told my manager I would have to walk there but I would do it and be there as soon as I could. It takes about 6minutes from my house in the car usually so I thought it might be about half an hours walk.
I got togged up in everything on my other list including my hiking poles and off I went. It took me an hour and a lot of pain to get there apparently when I arrived the woman who opened the door thought I had ski’d there. I did my best while working although I was so tired that if I’d had the choice I would have gone to bed, in so much pain that all I wanted to do was cry so I distracted myself by immersing myself in the work.
When it got to the time I had agreed to work till, I rang for a taxi….but there were none available anywhere. I togged back up again and went to try and catch a bus again getting odd looks for my apparel but I couldn’t care less. Off one bus a short walk and to another bus who turned up before I could even get a cigarette out of the box.
A short walk from the second bus was so painful I almost fell a couple of times….a walk I do every day with Toby was the final straw and I am now slumped on the sofa. My body feels like I have been beaten head to toe, my legs so sore that they are twitching as I type and when I stood up to give Toby his tea they didn’t want to work properly.
Why do I do these things? Why didn’t I just admit defeat and ring work to say I couldn’t get my car out of my road when I got back, that I wouldn’t be able to make it to the other service? Why did I agree to work so long once I got there?
Why does my dog still love me after I left him alone for so long today and will not be able to walk him after everything that has gone on?
I hate the snow, it can just piss off now and I’m so worried that all that torture for my poor car will be too much and it won’t work the next time I try to turn it on.