|This is not a joke.|
But let's move on. Once I make it into my building's courtyard, I get to dodge one more bullet before actually reaching my entryway and room. And by bullet, I mean waterfall. My particular entryway doesn't happen to have an awning covering its door. It does, however, happen to be located beneath a large gutter and several ferocious looking icicles. To date, I haven't been impaled on my own doorstep yet, but these watery stalactites pose other dangers. During the day, they drip and drip, creating a perpetual waterfall right in front of the door and in front of the ID sensor.
|SO not what I want to deal with when I'm thisclose to being inside and safe.|
|Let's not do this on my doorstep, kay?|
I demand salt and sand. I demand plow trucks. It's dangerous out there. If Harvard's not going to give us a snow day in light of the wintery perils, the administration needs to at least deal with the mess. Seriously. It's been days and it's only a matter of time before I take a digger and break something. And if I end up having to deal with this mess on crutches, heads.will.roll.