I will be totally honest here. I used to think that people called into work saying that they wouldn’t be able to drive in that day because of the weather were liars.
Like not even tiny liars, but major liars.
We live on the Tundra. We get snow. Get over yourself and move on.
So it was very surprising to me today when Marcus trudged back into the house not 20 minutes after attempting to leave this morning to inform me that he was totally unable to escape our neighborhood in his Honda Accord.
And that furthermore, we were going to have to push his car (not disabled, just paralyzed by snow) back up our driveway and into the garage.
All of this at 6:00 AM.
So 20 minutes later, we had made mostly no progress. Except Marcus was soaked to the bone and I was contemplating how much longer I would be able to last without succumbing to a caffeine headache.
Thank god for Brian, who came walking out of the swirling snow.
I was ready to label this mysterious wanderer as a robber-murderer type. Because who does that at 6:20 in the morning during a blizzard?
Apparently he is our unemployed neighbor from a block over who was just wandering the neighborhood in case people were stranded.
I didn’t know Samaritans like that existed anymore.
So with our one shovel, Marcus, Brian and I got the car back into the garage.
The scene outside once the sun rose.
Marcus ended up going in around 11:00 AM with my (superior) CRV, because his office is only about five minutes away.
I, on the other hand called into work remotely. Which was a first for the nearly three years I’ve been there. It was not such a bad deal.
Can we talk about the fact that I’ve been at my current company for nearly three years? Because that didn’t even occur to me until I typed it just now. I’ve been too busy spending the past month marveling over the fact that it has officially been six months since I switched my work hours.
I can’t imagine my life any other way.
But back to the matter at hand. Working remotely.
I set-up my workspace at the kitchen table and then The Spirit of Productivity took hold and I felt the need to change things around a bit.
The giant Snowman mug seemed only fitting, considering the copious amounts of tea I had committed myself to guzzling.
We all know how that goes.
I led a webinar and dialed in remotely to a lengthy department meeting. Thank God for modern technology.
That’s not to say that today was all work and no play. I went for a run over lunch.
It was a wonderful way to spend the day, but there’s something to be said for having to put on Real Clothes instead of a track jacket and shorts. And the obvious, having an excuse to leave the house at least once every 24 hours.
When is the last time you had a snow day?
How often do you work from home?