#ptsd flashbacks to my childhood kind of shit. zero hope kind of shit. feeling like I'm trapped kind of shit.

[cuntwrap--supreme]

Day 3 of being stuck in my house because neither the city or my apartment is making an effort to clear the snow and I don't have the tools to do it myself. I've spent no money in just as long. I've made a blanket. I've almost finished a 500 page book that I was 2 chapters into at the start. My dog is not even entertained by the snow any more. I can only eat freezer pizza so many times more before I simply stop eating. We've never had snow here like this, so I didn't prepare by, say, buying actual food, as I tend to forget I have produce in my fridge. In the past, snow either doesn't stick and is gone by the end of the day or it does stick but is melted by the next afternoon. It's currently 1F outside. My dog has to piss, but won't go outside. She's 10. She has arthritis. This can't be comfortable. I can't go on walks because the snow is above my ankles and it's difficult to walk in. The furthest I've explored is out to the main road about 1/4 of a mile away, and even that was a sheet of ice and snow, despite it being right off a major interstate exit. People I know across town are complaining that their areas are also not cleared. The city is seemingly refusing to utilize the 15 snow plows at their disposal, and all the hillbillies with big lifted trucks who own plows for situations like this appear to be asleep. Only the interstate was salted before this began. The Waffle House on my side of town is closed (granted it's 10 miles off the interstate, but still). I haven't worked in 4 days, meaning I'll only get paid for 2 days this entire week. My boss will not let me use PTO to cover. My boss says we have to return to work tomorrow because we're all done "pretending we're kids having a snow day." It's 1F. I'm on a hill that's almost a 45 degree angle. It's all ice. I can't even walk down it, let alone drive my car to my silly little job. I will not be going anywhere until the sun can melt that away. The high is 27 for the next week. There is no hope of escape.