St. Louis has been hit with the worst snow storm and the coldest temperatures it has seen in 30 years.
We had a few days warning, so since I had a three day weekend, I hit the stores on Friday, along with everyone else, and picked out a few things from the meager choices that were left.
After working six days in a row, I was thrilled to be snowed in at home for three whole days!
Make that ONE day.
My first morning off, I got a call from the hotel that we were holding 200 rooms for a big company in St. Louis. They wanted to have their employees downtown and ready to work on Monday. Could I come in on Sunday to help with the check-ins.
* sigh * of course I would.
To ensure I could make it to work, I would drive in on Saturday evening to stay the night.
I spent my day off preparing my family for a few days of being snowed in, and then packed my bags for a two night stay at the hotel. Something I swore I would never do. The idea of wearing my pajamas in my place of business bothers me.
I managed to get to my room without running into too many employees. My only awkward encounter was chancing upon our security guard sitting in the dark fitness center at 5:30 Sunday morning. “Uh… I’m watching the children…” he muttered as he quickly unplugged his phone and got out.
Nice to know he’s on top of things and our hotel is safe and secure.
The snow came hard and fast while we awaited the news on whether or not the 200 rooms were really needed. By mid-afternoon, the company decided to close their business on Monday, and so the block was cancelled. My help was not needed.
But since I was there, other employees were called off allowing them the ability to stay home and avoid the unplowable roads, and allow me the ability to DO something while I was stuck there.
Back at home, my family was climbing the walls. After having almost 2 weeks off for Christmas, they were excited about returning to school this week, so the news of a snow day was surprisingly unwelcome. And the second snow day was met with groans. I have a feeling there might be a third. The roads are still snow packed, and with the subzero temperatures, the road chemicals are useless. Wind chills are hovering around -20 degrees, so being outside is not an option either. I felt blessed that I could at least work.
I made it back home Monday night. Slowly and carefully in the Acura, while my sweet but useless Mustang remained safely in my garage.
I’m back on another long stretch of work this week, but another long weekend lies ahead. At least for now.
I’m ready for my flip flops.