I don't know about where you live, but getting to work proved difficult for me last week. We had several inches of snow last Tuesday and Wednesday. I believe the official number was seven inches, but my house received at least nine inches, and I shoveled some two-foot drifts.
I kept a sharp eye on the weather forecast all weekend before the white stuff moved in. Monday was Presidents' Day, so I didn't work that day. I watched three newscasts on Monday, and they all said we should expect heavy accumulations by 10:00 a.m. on Tuesday.
After careful consideration and a negative response from my husband when I asked if I could drive his truck, I decided to invoke my employer's inclement weather policy and stay home. Even though the storm did not produce the sixteen inches predicted, my car was still too low to allow me to get to work in what we did receive.
After a pleasant day at home, I received a group text from my boss asking who would be working the next day. I replied with a we'll wait and see if I can get out type of text. A few minutes later, one of my coworkers who lives in the same city as me offered to come and pick me up in his truck. I thanked him and told him I would assess the situation the next morning to see if I needed a ride.
Around 5:45 Wednesday morning, I trudged outside in the negative temperature to see how deep the snow was. It was up to my car doors in the driveway and my knees in the street, so I knew there was no way I was taking my car anywhere.
I came back inside and called my friend. It took him a while to dig his truck out and make it to my neighborhood, but we arrived at work safe and sound. We were even fifteen minutes early. We used the time to warm up with some fresh coffee and commiserate with our other coworkers regarding the bad roads.
Another coworker took me home that night. While I deeply appreciate the kindness of my friends who were kind enough to give me rides in bigger vehicles than mine, it drove me absolutely nuts to be without my own set of wheels. I know it's psychological, but I feel trapped if I don't have my own transportation.
It took me a little over an hour to dig my car out of the snow and shovel the driveway behind my vehicle along with the half of the street that didn't get plowed on Wednesday evening. I didn't shovel the entire block, of course. I just cleaned enough snow away to give me access to the plowed section of road.
I had to go inside and warm up three times because my hands and feet kept going numb, but I got the job done. It took some doing, but I made it to work in my own car on Thursday morning, which made the day much more pleasant.
How did you fare in the snow, or did you have snow?
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