|So where were you when the big storm came through...
||[Aug. 12th, 2010|03:43 pm]
Well, I was driving, white knuckled, because I couldn't see for crap, and there were wavelets...wavelets of water washing across the road and my windshield. And the Captain was following behind me in the U-Haul truck he used yesterday to empty his storage unit into the basement of the house. (Thanks to the assistance of the extraordinary WarriorsWay) |
I know, a smart person would have said, yeah, I'll take it over later. I'll pull over and wait for it to let up. But when you have perhaps the most important presentation of the year, with your CEO, Senior VP and VP, scheduled for 10am and you want to get there early to make sure everything's ready, but before you do that, you have to drive to the U-Haul place, drive the Captain home and then drive back to work....you drive white-knuckled through torrential downpours.
(If you know me, you may know that white-knuckle does not come easily to me. Many of my passengers wish that I would develop some level of healthy fear. "Christ, I can't see a damn thing" I said, driving down a deserted New York highway in the middle of snowstorm. "Maybe you should slow down to like the speed limit" a tiny, quavering voice said from the passenger seat.)
This did not stop me from thinking, as I drove slowly through a wave of water that was clearly higher than the the bottom of my car...."Gee, you know those people you see on the news, who tried to drive through what is clearly water too deep to drive through and you think to youself what an idiot, why would they do that." Yes, well, I'd just become one of those people, as the wind slapped a wave up against the passenger side window.
(Not a plume from driving too fast, people, a freaking WAVE. For a moment I was disoriented. Am I driving on the beach? Where am I and what makes me think this is an amphibious vehicle?)
We got there. And I parked in front, and the Captain parked in back. And I got drenched through to the skin running inside only to find out that there was only one guy working and there was no one in back. And I'd left my phone in the car. So I had to get drenched again telling the Captain to come back around. And much waiting, walking to the back of the building, walking to the front of the building and bureacratic tomfoolery...we ended the transaction with me saying "I don't understand the point of your "pay with credit card and you won't have to stand in line" if all I've done for the past half an hour is stand in line. Twice."
Time to head home and the rain had let up, but of course, now, all of the traffic lights were out and half of the roads closed. And I am drenched, drenched, mascara running down my face like some Alice Cooper wannabee, and it's easily an hour later than I wanted it to be and of course, it's been so long that I can't just drop the Captain off, now my bladder is starting to piss and moan...well, figuratively. Or, who knows, I was so freaking WET...
But, of course, when we get home and see the tide line that is lapped up on our front lawn...the Captain didn't know what to expect, but I did. Yes, the basement, full of water. On the back of the house, a high tide mark, I kid you not, over a foot. Up the side of the house. I know happens when the water isn't even that high. Our basement shoots water out of the wall as if it's suddenly become porous. No seeping here...high pressure horizontal water shooting. Oh, okay, seeping too. What the hell, if there's going to be water, let it come in everywhere.
And I had to leave to let the Captain deal with it all. What a trooper. Oh, he ranted a bit...but I would have plopped down in the water and bawled a bit. But no, I had to get to work to get to my meeting. Remember, the very, very important to my advancement at the company one? Yeah, that one.
And yes, traffic lights out, trees down, I was lucky to have 15 minutes to spare before the meeting started. O, thank you, Lords of Procrastination for taking a vacation last night and letting me have the foresight to print out all of the materials ahead of time!
And people, I NAILED the meeting. My boss is wilting flowers, she's beaming so much. I've basked a little, but thankfully, this afternoon's additional storms, the anticipation of a hellacious commute home, a metric f-ton of work to do before the end of the week, and the very real fear that the water that the Captain just spent all day vacuuming out of the basement will just return later today...well.
There are way too many things that could yet still go wrong. Hey, Fates, I hear that Lords of Procrastination are throwing a hell of a Tiki Party, maybe you should go check it out.