Here’s To The Facilities Guys

When I walked to work today at about 6:45 a.m., it was still snowing.  As I headed on my trek to our downtown office, working my way through German Village and ultimately north on Third Street, I was amazed to see that many of the sidewalks were already cleared, and on still others the facilities guys were out and hard at work.  Pretty impressive!

IMG_4540You know the facilities guys, don’t you?  They’re the ones in those heavy, stiff, one-piece brown cover-ups that look like they could stop a bullet, with wool hats and balaclavas and gigantic boots that probably weigh about 15 pounds each.

They’re the ones who are stooped over snow shovels or manning the snow blowers after a winter storm like the one we had this morning, watching their breath come out in great, visible, icy puffs.  They’re the ones who deal with the unfortunate emergencies that create messy, smelly, dirty problems that most of us don’t know how to handle and just don’t want to deal with.  When there’s a backed up toilet, or broken water pipes, or overflowing sewers, or an air conditioning unit that chose the hottest day of the year to break down, we want to see those facilities guys, with their can-do attitudes and seemingly innate mechanical knowledge and problem-solving skills.

Normally we just don’t notice or think about the facilities guys . . . but on a day like today I sure did, and I was grateful to each one who helped to make my walk to work a bit easier.  Facilities guys are the ones who make the world go ’round.  Thanks, guys!

Inside The Snow Globe

IMG_4526Winter storm Gorgon hit Columbus late last night, and like any unwelcome guest it has already stayed far too long, bringing more icy cold weather and five inches of snow — which is still coming down.

The only upside is that Gorgon has given us our first glimpse of German Village under a blanket of snow.  This morning I discovered that, with the lighted brick buildings, potted fir trees, wrought iron fences, and falling snow, being in German Village during a snow storm is like being inside a snow globe sold at a Munich souvenir shop.

I’m confident it will all seem a lot less charming when I walk to work this morning.