Well The Weather Outside Is...........

Monica Buttercup lives in a great and beautiful city in the Northwest. A city that gets too much rain and not enough sun for Buttercups. Wintertime is full of fog, rain, freezing rain, a few inches of snow, and every shade of gray. Monica does not thrive in GRAY. So it would seem a bit ironic that today MB has spent many hours wishing.. PRAYING for SNOW. All because MB has partial responsibility for determining whether scores of people will travel to the place of work during inclement weather. This, dear friends, is a huge responsibility - particularly for Monica who does not relish gray...and has no stomach for driving on slippery roads.

Decisions about closures must be made by 6AM in order to inform the media.
At 5:30 this morning there was no snow, no rain...just some two day old ice and at least twenty TV weatherpeople brushing snow off their parkas kicking flakes off their boots and warning of a "nasty commute both morning and afternoon.

Monica remembers a December storm ten years ago when no one could leave and folks spent the night at work. Most uncomfortable for everyone. The colleagues conferred - many phone calls and failed conference calls. The colleagues considered - "damned if you do...damned if you don't" - The colleagues turned on the news....the list of closings was daunting. The colleagues eventually joined the leagues of others who closed...no work today! The media was informed, the phone tree was activated and Monica went back to bed relieved that she would not be joining the nasty commute.

At 8:30 AM there was no snow not a trace...nor at 9:30, 10:30,11:30...in fact, it didn't even seem gray. The colleagues called each other .."whose idea was this?'' "I knew we shouldn't close!" "What a waste!" "What a way to lose/misuse client confidence!" "I grew up in the North East...this is embarrassing!" Blah..Blah..Blah...

Well dear friends. It is now 5PM and there is a lovely light blanket of snow outside the Buttercup abode. Monica's prayers have been answered. A bit late.