My shift was buzzing with talk about the possibility of getting locked in. I had been fairly cheerful about packing my single pair of underwear, but when the concept of actually being LOCKED IN by my employer and forced to stay and work sank in, I was a tad traumatized. The first image that comes to mind when you think of locked-in employees is sweat shop factory fires. Luckily for me, the day shift nurses made it to work--it had only barely started snowing by 07:00--and I was able to leave on time, feeling extraordinarily lucky. I'm not scheduled again until Tuesday.
And now the snow is falling, gently but steadily. I awoke at noon and discovered Jon had gone to his favorite bar with two of the neighbors. My kids were mildly scandalized, as evidenced by this little conversation between Mad Scientist and myself.
Mad Scientist: Isn't it inappropriate to start drinking in a bar before noon?
Me: Usually, but there are a few times when it's acceptable, such as St. Patrick's Day, and, and..
Mad Scientist: And funerals?
Me: Yes, funerals, and..
Mad Scientist: And big-ass snowstorms.