Wouldn't you just love a job where people pay close attention to what you have to say because they base their plans on it, but you can always blame such big things as the atmosphere when you are totally wrong, AND, you still get paid the big bucks?
Who can argue with you?
We have been warned against such things as Irene that turned out to be just a day or two of gusty winds, and then Sandy which was redirected because some wind from somewhere bounced into it. It was going to be the perfect storm until imperfection entered the picture.
There have been multiple warnings of show about to get dumped on us, only to wake up to a sunny day with the most we did with the snow shovel was to move it closer to the back door before we went to bed the night before "snow-mageddon".
Someone stands in front of a green screen onto which is projected a fancy, shmancy weather map with all kinds of special effects, tells you about the upcoming weather apocalypse, and then the next day simply intones that, well, gee, there was this atmospheric disturbance that all the scientific equipment just happened to miss.
Maybe we should just go back to bugs in match boxes, squirrel tails, the flights of birds, and the old lady on the corner's knee caps.
I want that job.