I’m pretty sure the entire country is well aware of the “blizzard” that was supposed to hit the Northeast last night and today. I put the word “blizzard” in quotations to refer to the storm that actually hit NYC, as it was anything but a blizzard. The more north and east portions of the Northeast certainly got hit harder, but NYC certainly went into panic mode. For the first time in the history of the subway system, the entire system shut down on Monday night. A ban was placed on road travel. SNOW DAYS FOR EVERYONE.
Ah, snow days. You would be so nice if I didn’t have a job that never shuts down. (In other news, I have the best job security ever. You keep being ridiculously unhealthy, America.) Although I never really worried about getting to work (I’ve got two feet and I know how to use them!), I was worried about work being a disaster from people calling out due to not being able to get into work. Luckily, a few nurses ended up sleeping at the hospital overnight, so we actually were quite well staffed. Hooray.
But getting to work certainly made me nervous, and I woke up a few times last night to check and see how much snow we actually had. Each time, I was never impressed. I should have prefaced this entire post by saying that I grew up outside Chicago. In order to get a snow day, it had to start snowing somewhere around 4am – and it better be snowing had. Any earlier, and there was enough time to get the snowplows and salt trucks out, clearing the roads in time to school. Any later, and it was too late to call off school. I remember going to elementary school with snow over my head after a few good snowstorms.
I would like to take this time to note that had the snowstorm been as bad as they said it was going to be, I strongly considered wearing my New York City Marathon parka to walk to and from work. It breaks the wind. It’s impossible to miss. I’d be warm and wouldn’t be hit by any cars. I consider this a win-win situation. (And yes, I still have my parka without any legitimate reason to use it so far…)
So. Much. Orange.
The walk to work wasn’t so bad. My doorman reminded me that no buses or subways were running, and I reminded him that my boots were made for walking. I heard that the parks were closed, but I figured no one would be patrolling them. WRONG. I got yelled at by a park guy with a snow blower when I tried to enter, even after saying I was a nurse trying to get to work. Needing to reroute, I found one of the cross roads and walked down the street without another person in sight.
If I had to imagine what a zombie apocalypse would look like in NYC, it would be pretty close to what Tuesday morning was. A few photographers were out with their tripods and fancy cameras, capturing pictures of an empty city. Plenty of doormen were out with shovels and pails of salt. Otherwise, people were walking. In the street. It was so quiet. Sometimes a police car would go by, but New York City is certainly odd without the constant buzz of traffic.
Work went along as usual since the hospital doesn’t necessarily change its flow just because the weather is being weird. Walking home was much less eventful than the morning commute – the park was open and many people were still out sledding. One guy in Central Park asked me for a lighter (actually, his friend yelled, “Ask that white girl for a lighter!”), to which I wanted to say that 1) you’re not allowed to smoke in Central Park and 2) I’m a burn nurse, so no, I don’t have a lighter.
I’m looking forward to an easier commute tomorrow…may even one that involves a bus ride?
Did you get a snow day? Are you snowed in up in Boston? Did you run? Are you sledding? Did all the snow melt? Or maybe you worked as well…?
And please tell me other people still have their marathon parkas stored away for a day like today…