On Sunday afternoon I was checking the weather when I saw that the Reading area of PA was forecast to receive between four and six inches of snow. I was looking forward to the snow because it was going to mean that I’d be working from home, which entails a bath robe, coffee, and a cigar.
Later that evening I checked once again and saw that the forecast was downgraded to two to four inches of snow. With this level of snow I expected to have to head into the work the following morning. I set my alarm for 4:30 AM and went to sleep a little earlier than usual.
The plan was to get up a little earlier than usual to give me time to shovel my steps, walkway, and clear off the two family vehicles before driving off to work.
Monday morning came far too early and I dragged myself out of bed. Taking a peak out the window, I was surprised to see no snow at all. I got ready for work and later made my way out my front door. As soon as I stepped onto the porch I could hear the sleet bouncing off of the ground.
With the sleet coming down lightly, I didn’t give it much thought and made my way to work. After an uneventful first couple of hours, I walked out into the showroom to get some information from one of our salesman. The showroom area was a ghost town. There were two office employees in, one of which was me.
At that moment I got the feeling that I missed something along the way. The salesmen don’t have the option to work from home, as a result they are typically in the office regardless of bad weather. A few hours later the snow began to fall.
After about an hour of steady snowfall, the salt treated streets began to see some accumulation. It was at this time I realized the error in my ways. The next time I see a forecast calling for six inches of snow, I’m calling the voice mail system at work, the night before, to inform them I plan to work from home the following day.