When I lived in Northern Michigan I spent a few winter nights in the shop I worked at due to the roads being impassable. The factory kept a couple dozen cots for such events. A few of my coworkers had snowmobiles that they kept parked under tarps behind the shop so they could go home during storms.
Having people stay at the shop was ideal because most would choose to keep working. It helped make up for lost man hours of those who couldn’t make it in for 1st shift.
Luckily my cousin had a fridge full of beer, he loaded up his snowmobile with odds and ends, drove across town and save me. (I've gotten sober since then, but still am grateful for Tom W's heroics brining me beer)