Snowstorms, when I had to work. I loved a good storm, and snow is so beautiful, but I would get stressed out at the thought of whether or not to drive in it, how much time to take off work (by staying home, and having to charge my time to my vacation time or personal time), or if a snow storm was coming, whether to go to work and then have to leave and possibly drive home in it, or to take the whole day off.
I always say snow is wonderful as long as you don’t have to drive in it.
One year, there was a sudden snow storm and I left work right when the flakes started to fall. I got home in about an hour, which was a tiny bit longer than my usual ride home. People who left just 15 minutes to a half hour later than I did had seven and ten hour rides home – some got home at 2 in the morning because it was the first storm of the season, the local road crews were not ready and did not anticipate it, and traffic in some spots was at a total standstill. People were posting on Facebook that they were three hours in the same spot. I think I would have gone nuts.