And he came unto us and said, "Let there be snow!"
(hampster_cowboy, you should be glad you're missing this)
The storm rolled in Friday night. In a light fall, the snow came. All night, it drifted silently down to the earth. Saturday morning everything was covered. But it wasn't done falling just yet.
The wind blew to 50mph until the world seemed just a white haze. Squirrels flew on the wind to land on neighboring tree trunks. It fell all day, a nonstop downfall that piled high...
Bus service stopped. Our domed stadium's roof collapsed.
Sunday morning...the snow tally is between 12 to 18 inches with drifts between 3 to 6 feet. The standing temperature is -2 (F) with a windchill of -20 (F).
I'm dreading heading out, but doing my morning ritual in preparation for braving the Siberian tundra. Just as I'm checking the weather, I get a phone call.
Co-worker: "Leila, we have to walk."
Me: "What?"
Co-worker: "There's no bus today. And I can't move my car. They didn't plow. We have to walk. So we gotta leave now."
Me: "Um, no. You can't do that." [checking bus website] "It's negative 20 windchill out there. It takes 40 minutes to walk to work with NO snow, with, it'll be at least 50 to over an hour. You can't be out in that weather for that long. You'll fucking die."
Co-worker: "Really?"
Me: "Yes. Listen to me. Don't walk. It says on the website the buses leave the garage at 10am. We can (probably) catch the bus at 10:40am and get to work a few hours late. I'll call (the supervisor) and leave a message for whenever she gets there and leave our cell numbers so she can call us back."
I'd like to say work is just going to be canceled, but really, come hell or high water, we're on. But I wonder if our contract says anything about "an act of god"?
This is fucking ridiculous.
I wonder if there are stories of people having to spend the night at work because there were no buses or taxis on the roads (and their cars were buried in the parking lots).
And tomorrow is supposed to be the "cold" day with windchill reaching -30 (F).
The storm rolled in Friday night. In a light fall, the snow came. All night, it drifted silently down to the earth. Saturday morning everything was covered. But it wasn't done falling just yet.
The wind blew to 50mph until the world seemed just a white haze. Squirrels flew on the wind to land on neighboring tree trunks. It fell all day, a nonstop downfall that piled high...
Bus service stopped. Our domed stadium's roof collapsed.
Sunday morning...the snow tally is between 12 to 18 inches with drifts between 3 to 6 feet. The standing temperature is -2 (F) with a windchill of -20 (F).
I'm dreading heading out, but doing my morning ritual in preparation for braving the Siberian tundra. Just as I'm checking the weather, I get a phone call.
Co-worker: "Leila, we have to walk."
Me: "What?"
Co-worker: "There's no bus today. And I can't move my car. They didn't plow. We have to walk. So we gotta leave now."
Me: "Um, no. You can't do that." [checking bus website] "It's negative 20 windchill out there. It takes 40 minutes to walk to work with NO snow, with, it'll be at least 50 to over an hour. You can't be out in that weather for that long. You'll fucking die."
Co-worker: "Really?"
Me: "Yes. Listen to me. Don't walk. It says on the website the buses leave the garage at 10am. We can (probably) catch the bus at 10:40am and get to work a few hours late. I'll call (the supervisor) and leave a message for whenever she gets there and leave our cell numbers so she can call us back."
I'd like to say work is just going to be canceled, but really, come hell or high water, we're on. But I wonder if our contract says anything about "an act of god"?
This is fucking ridiculous.
I wonder if there are stories of people having to spend the night at work because there were no buses or taxis on the roads (and their cars were buried in the parking lots).
And tomorrow is supposed to be the "cold" day with windchill reaching -30 (F).