flakes predicting flakes
Wouldn't it be great if we all had jobs where we could say what we want, based on flimsy evidence, without recourse when we are incorrect every single time? We could. And we would be called meteorologists.
The past two times they called for snow here, a grand total of five flakes fell. But oh, this weekend, they were saying, "We know we missed it last time, but get ready, it's gonna be bad this weekend." They predicted four to six inches. So everyone raided the grocery stores and cancelled plans for the weekend.
As soon as the sun was up this morning, I spang out of bed to look out the window. Clear blue skies and barely a frosting on the ground. whatEVER.
I mean, I love clear blue skies, but not when I'm expecting snowman-building-weather. I bet Karen gets sixteen inches.
posted by laura g @ Saturday, February 11, 2006
5 Comments:
I was just telling someone recently that the second-cushiest job in Honolulu is that of the meteorologist.
The first-cushiest is preacher for the Honolulu coC.
Sorry, Commander. I know that stinks.
Scott, don't forget the job of Daisy kennel-er.
Maybe we should have my meteorologists train your meteorologists. We got every inch of snow they predicted!
Kar - does that mean your move is delayed for ANOTHER day? HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
i bet karen got 30 inches...
try being a meteorologist in phoenix..they've had sun for over 110 days straight!!!!
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