Rooftop snowattack

The view from my bedroom window onto my tiny balcony a week ago.

I'm a mailman (well, ehm, mailwoman actually, but that sounds kind of weird... either way, I deliver mail for a living), in case you didn't know. I went to law school and this is how I make my money, what can I tell you, it's a bad economy! Anyway, when I was working earlier today and was standing at someones front door about to put their mail into the mailbox, a big (gigantic! huge!) pile of cold icy snow slid of the roof and landed right on top of me! Cold. So, so cold! First, I just stood there, pretty much in shock of what the hell just happened. Then, it took me a good 10 minutes to get all of the icy chunks of snow off my face, out of my hair and off my coat. I got back to business, but I decided right then that I was going to spend the rest of the afternoon (at least one good thing about my job: I'm home pretty early most days - of course I start working at the crack of dawn, but hey, let's just ignore that for a minute, shall we?) looking for a new job. You know, one where I'm not running the risk of being attacked by icy snow! And one where I don't have to wear leggings under my pants to keep my butt from freezing off. I don't think I'm asking for very much here! I'm not sure I believe in such things, but it's almost like the universe is asking me (not very subtly I might add) what the heck I'm still doing at this job! Well, alright universe, I'm looking for a new job (and drinking a nice cup of hot tea) as we speak. Now promise me you're not going to dump any more snow on top of my head! Better yet, please just make the snow go away and let it be spring.