What does it take to be a meteorologist? Or in layman terms, a weatherman, or weather”wo”man, for all you feminist. No matter what you call them, or when you watch them, whether it be your local news, Al Rocker on Today, or the ticker tape on the weather Channel; day after we put our lives on hold for 5 minutes to check the weather forecast. We base our entire day on a few simple words that some person on the TV tells us. We hear, “it’s going to rain”, and we immediately cancel any outdoor activities we had and shift our whole day indoors, not to mention carry our faithful umbrella, or wear a hooded gortex jacket every time we dare venture out of the house. We hear, “bright and sunny, high in the 70s”, and immediately cancel our appts and plan our day at the park, or anything outdoors. If they even mention the word “snow” or “ice” we immediately run to the grocery store, stock up on everything we can, pull our windsheild wipers up when we park, and huddle under blankets waiting for the blizzard that we are sure is coming.
We are all guilty of planning our day to day activities on the idea that what the weather forecasters say is true. I admit to be guilty of this too, but why? Why should we listen to some godzilla lady (if you live in DC and watch the local 6AM news on NBC you know who I’m talking about) tell us how to go about our day based on her “forecast”. I for one am giving up the weather channel, I’m muting the TV when the forecast is coming up, and I’m deleting all my weather.com links. Over the past couple weeks we have been tricked time after time to think we are getting one thing only to not. Monday is was 70 degrees in DC, and the forecast I chose to watch said partly sunny all day, high near 70. To top it off the forecaster herself urged everyone to get outdoors and enjoy the weather because a cold front would be coming through. I had to work, but being as it was a Holiday I left work at 2pm, hoping to get home and spend a gorgeous afternoon at the dog park with Brodie and Lane. Boy was I in for a surprise. Five minutes after leaving my office the rain started. First it was a slight drizzle, which I thought would pass, but within 10 minutes it was pouring buckets and continued to do so for a good 2 or 3 hours. So much for playing hooky to enjoy the nice weather.
Last night, I brought everything home from work, prepared to work from home, because every forecaster was calling for Snow and Ice, and to be careful driving. Of course, to my surprise, I woke up this morning and threw open the curtains to see nothing but some wet roads and a few slushy spots on the sidewalk. No ice. No snow. I decided to work from home anyway, since I went through the trouble of lugging 3 bags of drawings, a laptop, and binders home with me last night.
With all this blabbing, my point is that I am giving up the weather forecast. I’m going to take my chances. I’m going to step outside in the morning and determine for myself how to dress for the temperature. I’m going to look at the clouds and determine if it will rain or snow before I plan my activities.
I am boycotting the not so accurate weather forecasters! Who is with me??