Last night I made my way home from work in 1.5 feet of thundersnow (a word that somehow just exudes awesomeness). This is my chronicle. This is my story.
The timeline:
- Receive phone call from a fellow sysadmin ninja stating he’s going to walk to work because his car is stuck — dedication
- Offer to pick him up if I can spot him on the road
- Walk out to my car to find that it is buried
- Use my hands (no gloves) to remove enough snow around a door to get it open and get my ice scraper
- Use the scraper as a shovel for 45 minutes. Every 10 minutes make an honest attempt at backing out my car
- Get solicited by a guy with a plow… So much for being a good samaritan… Thundersnow changes people
- Help another employee get out of her spot (she was struggling and the plow guy just left her there)… So much for chivalry… Thundersnow changes people
- Get her out with the help of some other nice people
- Crave pizza, but remind myself that it’s a fruitless goal at midnight in the suburbs.
- Finally achieve victory and get out of my parking spot after 45 minutes of ice scraping madness.
- Spot my comrade on the side of the road making very slow progress toward his ultimate goal of manning his post — commendable.
- Slide to a halt… Wave him down… Pick him up. He reluctantly accepts. A stoic warrior indeed.
- Engage super-sysadmin powers and turn around to backtrack through the snow
- Drop him off
- Head home
- Get stuck while trying to pull into driveway
- Spend next two hours shoveling my own driveway and trying to get my car unstuck so I could finish pulling in
- Park in my driveway
- Go inside
- Start writing my Rails install tutorial
