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I
know. I'm a little lucky, though. I own my own small business, and I
can run it kinda long-distance mostly for a few months a year without
anyone complaining, except for the odd day when things go haywire and I
have to be more hands-on. So in warmer months I make my presence felt,
but in winter (it only gets unbearable here from December through early
May) I'm more hands-off.
Which LITERALLY means I can hole up and
have everything delivered, movies, food, FedEx documents et cetera, and
only make short trips outside once or twice a week if I have to. It
does mean you go a little crazy, but if you dress cozy and make sure
your place is bright and clean, you can get some serious work done on
creative projects or self-improvement or what-have-you.
But
yeah, I know: bars and subways are crazy. What gets me the most is the
thin film of sludgy slush people drag all over everything, and how
indoors you're all hot and sweaty under your winter coat, and
everything smells like damp wool. The only way to survive houseparties
is in your sock feet, drunk off your ass and holed into one room with
the host's cat on your lap and hopefully a few girls' attention. Then
drive home at dawn before people have a chance to wake up and air out
their overdressed-for-winter stench. |