This is what I faced this morning:

On the other side is the curb, in front is the wall of snow/ice and behind me is some room (about a foot or so) to maneuver. Not that you can quite tell, but the tires are encased in an inch or so of ice. Needless to say, I worked from home today. And I will never drive anywhere again. I tried to get out again this afternoon and about all I accomplished was filling the neighborhood with the smell of burning rubber. Nice.