Cold or hot?
There's a theme to my life. I grew up in a relatively cold climate where the ground typically disappeared under the snow in October or November and never reappeared until May. I learned to cherish the short time of warmth before my world was inundated with cold and snow again.
When I became an adult I tried moving to warmer climes but I learned that warmth comes with a price: I can never find steady work in places where snow never falls. Twice I've tried relocating to tropical climates and twice I languished in unemployment as my job applications went unheeded. I have learned that I can be warm or I can work; not both.
Today I start a new job that I'm genuinely excited about. What does the weather do in celebration? It snows. It's still snowing as I write this and my employer has set back my start time to compensate for the traffic jams resulting from the snow. This is how I know the universe hates me.