It’s nice to be wanted and all, but being dubbed an “essential” employee on the day the city gets buried in snow is an honor I could have done without.
But then again, there is that certain sense of camaraderie that comes from sharing hardships with those around you that helps ease the travails of a viciously nasty day.
Even if the powers that be didn’t waive the “no alcohol on the premises” rule.
Note to bosses (from Tony’s attorney): He’s just kidding about that. He would never drink on duty.
Of course, as I start to write this in the middle of Snowmageddon 2014, I’d rather be with the family enjoying the comforts of home and hearth.
I can almost hear the joyful sounds made by three children with a day off from school and a yard full of fresh powder....
“AAAAHHHHHH She hit me! Mom, I’m bored. There’s nothing to eat. I told you to take your boots off before you walk in the house. AAAAHHHHH Mom, she hit me again!
On second thought, someone had to come to work, and by golly, I’m just going to have to take one for the team. We few, we proud, we fools up to our knees in snow drifts, must somehow soldier on.
It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.
But in my experience from past Snowmageddons, which we seem to have once or twice a year, worrying about how bad it’s going to be is usually worse than the reality. I’m hoping those words don’t come back to bite me.
Digging a car out after it gets buried behind a wall of snow by the plows is certainly no fun, but once you’re done and inside, dry and warm, everything is OK. Especially since that no-alcohol policy doesn’t apply at home.
There’s nothing like a cold beer after shoveling snow. Actually, there’s nothing like a cold beer, period.
But I digress.
Back to that weather. As I continue to write, the snow is still coming down pretty good. And it’s looking as if the kids are in for another day off from school.
Essential or not, I’ll probably try to make it into the office again tomorrow. They only called me essential anyway because I live closer than most. I have no illusions about my relative worth to the company.
Well, it’s tomorrow. And I made it into the office. One of the few and stupid, it would appear.
All it took was about an hour of shoveling the driveway in subzero wind chill.
Otherwise, the streets were well-plowed. Thank you, Kansas City crews. Although, I wish you guys could figure out a way to not pile snow in front of driveways.
I guess it’s just the trade-off we have to live with.
Not all of us, though.
My oldest daughter, for instance, is proving once again why she is the smartest person in my family.
She’s in Hawaii. And she isn’t planning on coming back anytime soon.
Aloha, baby. Aloha.
Just saying that word kind of makes you feel warmer.
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