Stella, a blitzkrieg of a snowstorm and winter’s swan song. A state of emergency declared in New York City with most above-ground transportation suspended, schools shut down and businesses encouraged to close save essential staff.
In the case of my workplace, the essential staff was the bachelor and me. Following HR’s “work from home as necessary” guideline, neither of us could validate the necessity of staying home, us single Manhattanites with no kids.
I was productive on a quiet day. Three incoming calls total. Even had the chance to read some trend and research reports.
Around 5PM I figured I’d get home before it got dark.
“See you tomorrow,” I told my trench mate. He was watching ESPN on his computer.
“Yup! Get home safe.”
We had held down the fort of single people, a space free of pancakes, hot chocolate, snowball fights and puzzles. We stayed warm under the glint of fluorescent lights and stared out of aluminum framed office windows waiting for the storm to abate–so that we could scurry home to frozen dinners and chilled beer.