Worst? I quite like it, myself.
Heaviest, certainly, but 'worst' implies it's something bad.
OK, we've had substantially more than the two inches predicted for London, and it's still coming down (after a brief lull earlier), but it's hardly a blizzard.
I spoke to my manager earlier, herself stuck at home because her car wouldn't get through the snow, and her route in was pretty much out of commission due to the inclement weather, and she asked me to call my team and tell them not to even try to go to work.
Having done so, I had another call from her, still quite early in the morning, spitting nails because the Commercial Manager at our office had phoned the MD complaining angrily that no-one had bothered turning up, after he'd instructed all his staff to make the journey.
Um. Right.
Obviously it hadn't occurred to him that asking people to travel to work during the worst snowfall in 18 years, while most of the London Underground is suspended or part suspended and many buses are not running was a downright irresponsible thing for a manager to do. Complaining to the MD just makes him look like an even bigger moron. And why he didn't think to contact any of the other managers, to see what their plans were, is anyone's guess.
Certainly, Senior Editor North had instructed his team that our office was closed today. Not that most of them would have tried to get in anyway...
There may be a snowman later... Who knows..?
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