If you haven't been living under a rock, you know Winter Storm Jonas pummeled the Northeast this past weekend. Because roads were plowed (mostly) and public transit was running, my office was open on Monday morning.
After one trip to the bodega for snacks, I wisely decided to save my spoons and stay indoors the rest of the weekend. After all, if I am going to sprain an ankle or a knee, I feel it should be on my way to work, not on my way to the movies.
We live in an apartment building. The building staff shovel the sidewalk the entire length of our building. The Port Authority staff shovel the area 20 feet away in front of the PATH station, where we take the train into New York. NO ONE shovels in between the two, leaving it unsafe for all commuters, most of all disabled folks like myself.
Monday morning I had a very frustrating commute. When I discovered I could not safely get from the sidewalk to the PATH, I hired an Uber to drive me to the ferry. When we got closer, we discovered the last bit of the road leading to the riverfront was unplowed, barring safe access for me to the ferry in Jersey City. We re-routed the Uber to drop me off at the next nearest PATH station. From there, I took a train to Hoboken, changed to the ferry and disembarked at Pier 11 in the Financial District. The sidewalks were mostly clear, so I walked one block to my building, where I discovered there was no clear path from the back of my building to the front door. I had to walk in the street to the garage entrance and loading dock of the building. Then, I was informed I was not allowed to enter the buidling through the back and told I would be allowed that day, but not tomorrow.
I wanted to cry! I am just trying to be responsible and get to work on time, despite weather challenges and my own disability. I made it in on time, but feeling defeated. Thankfully, our Executive Director at work agreed to put in a work order requesting permission for me to enter the bulding through the loading dock during snow and ice conditions.
I normally do not permit myself to feel victimized by my challenges and disability, but this situation was the Perfect Storm (pun intended). I wanted to have a good cry in the restroom, turn around and go right back home.
As the days passed this week, more plowing, shoveling and melting have made getting to work easier. We have been blessed with warmer temperatures, so we have not had the freezing conditions we usually experience after a heavy snowfall. So, what I am trying to say is I am all right, again.
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