Weather: Fantasy

[penthius]

I can't take it any more. 5 to 4, standing, watching winter getting closer and closer. Every twelve hours, going out and measuring the frost line. Bundling up in anoraks and furs and goggles, stumbling out into summer and roasting, continuing to walk until I reach winter's edge. I've already sent back that we're going to need to move the cabin again. Winter is coming, faster and faster, and I am trapped here guarding the advance. That's how they pitched it to me, but really it's a much more boring job. Tedious and terrible, at the same time.


Inspiration: http://boingboing.net/2012/05/14/great-moments-in-pedantry-win.html and Tricky's "Five Days."
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Eh. Weather analyst in a fantasy world--worst job ever!