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When the day starts with a call from one of the department supervisors, it can't be good.
When the call goes like this, "Hey, MidnightGuy called out. How late do you think you can stay," it's not going to get any better.
So, here we are, it's now 2:30 am(ish) on Christmas Eve, and I'm at the nuthouse in the midst of an ice storm that has shut down three major roadways in the area.
I'll be here for about another hour and a half, and then I get to try to slide my way home.
Luckily, I don't need to use any of those major roadways to get there, and my route is essentially pretty flat.
On the upside, I am off on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.
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