I'm sure everyone and their brother has posted something about the ginormous snow storm Nashville received last Wednesday (February 9th). Well, I got caught in it too. About 3 o'clock I'm sitting in a meeting room with no windows listening to a woman speak about our next round of employee evaluations. I'm pretty sure that when I went into that meeting there was no snow anywhere in sight - not on the ground, not falling and I don't even think it was cloudy. But, of course, everyone had been talking about it ALL DAY LONG. Me, I'm oblivous. Just going about my business. At 4 o'clock when my meeting was over, I happened to glance outside and HOLY MOLY. Snow was everywhere! I got back to my desk, checked my email and there's one from Michael telling me to head home right then and there. So I pack up my things (grab my laptop just in case we get a snow day the next day) and jump in the car.
Most of you know that my office is located in B.F.E. = almost Mt Juliet, way past the airport, in an area of town called Donelson/Hermitage. What? You've never heard of it? Well, neither had I until my work decided to relocate 20 miles outside of Nashville several years ago. If you haven't heard me complain about it yet, I'm sure you will. It's the bain of my existence right now. But, I digress.
Even though it's been several years, I still have not gotten used to the commute. Yes, it's against traffic - blah, blah, blah. It's still way far out and it takes me on average 30 minutes to get to work everyday then 30 minutes to get home in the evening. Yep, that's an hour each day of my life I'll never get back.
So last Wednesday, I'm in the car and I'm surprised that traffic is actually moving. Until I get to the Briley Parkway underpass (which is still far away from my house) and this is what I see:
Bumper to bumper cars. Yep, that's right. The snow had fallen so fast, and everyone in Nashville decided to hit the roads at the same time. Nashville had created the biggest, most monstrous traffic jam EVER. I don't want to rehash the fact that it took me two hours to get home that night, was low on gas, had to use the restroom in a major way, and like everyone else in their cars was sliding all over the place. Don't want to rehash it at all. Just want to remember that should weathermen ever forecast this type of downfall again, I'm going to be working from home. Period.
And that's what I did. The next morning I lounged in bed with a snuggled up Winston, tv on and laptop running. This was my view:
Much better than the night before. And even Eleanor Roosevelt got to come over:
And play:
Or, are they making out? I'm not so sure. Regardless, Winston later told me that it was "the best day ever." Just kidding, I made that part up - but I'm sure if he could talk he would have said that.
You know the funny thing is about all this is that on Saturday we had 60 degree weather. And this week, it's been 70 degrees. I'm thinking someone up there knew Nashville was in need of some warmer weather and sunshine in a bad way after last week's madness.
























