An hilarious day. The sky cleared during the night and got down to minus 10. I got to work early to enter yesterdays jobs because the computer wasn’t working the day before.
The groundsman came in next and said, fuck it’s cold, I hope the irrigation didn’t freeze.
Next, the young guy came in and said, what should I do?
Since I ain’t the boss, I said, whatever.
The groundsman said, go check for ice.
We hadn’t had any moisture during the night so that meant, driving around in the cold looking busy till light.
The young fellow radioed and said, we are going to need more salt to melt the ice.
I said, you have two buckets.
He said, they are already used.
He also said, you guys should come out here.
When we got there, every sidewalk and staircase was covered in a thin layer of ice. It looked pretty in a Disney kind of way. . . and dangerous. I imagined someone coming out of their building looking to the brilliant morning sky and stepping on the walk and going ass over tit.
I said, what the fuck is this.
The groundsman said, shit, I forgot to turn off the irrigation.
The sprinklers had turned the resort to ice.
The inventory of salt was in storage a mile away waiting for winter. Since the managers and supervisors with keys to the storage don’t get in till sun up. I grabbed the bolt cutters, jumped in the truck, and got the salt.
We poured a shit load of salt on the resort and had everything thawed by the time the guests awoke and the managers arrived.
Of course, I will have to explain a cut lock at the storage unit, but I’ll think of something.
The groundsman, still walked into the lunch room at 9 am and used the toaster to make toast and peanut butter, even though we don’t take coffee breaks, like nothing had happened. If I was him I would have been ducking my head.
The young guy impressed me, once the sun was out he swept up all the remaining salt. It looked like nothing had happened.
Not bad, I say, for three guys getting paid a pinch more than minimum wage.
The rest of the day was pure sunshine.