HELP! The hurricane-boogie-man is coming to get me!!!
I’m stuck here In Orlando with nothing to do. Miami evacuated this morning and I can understand that because it is on the coast, the storm will be at its strongest, could be a CAT1 and there are tornados possible. We have other work we COULD be doing but all of our NOCC support from Melbourne is evacuating tonight! What the fuck is the possibility of this thing being a major threat after crossing Florida? What’s it gonna do, pick up strength from Okeechobee?
All of the gun-shy pussies running from a little rain have left me high and dry with the almost certainty of having to shift all of my work into Friday just before a long weekend. Heffner and I sit here in a hotel in Orlando, smoking cigars and getting “Crowned”, talking about how life sucks (he’s having a tough time at home) and we get the call that tomorrow might be a complete wash. We are both sooo pissed!
Waiting on the call from the boss letting us know what the plan is for tomorrow. Also waiting on the pizza-man. There is a checkered flag on my Crown bag. Someone kill me, NASCAR has found a way to invade my drinking too!
Just when I resolve myself to accepting the situation, just when I vent all the poison, Heffner brings up a point that gets me all boiled up again. Are we getting paid for tomorrow? Are the little scardey-cats running away from Melbourne getting paid? If they are and we don’t, I’ll probably get fired because I’ll make some very angry and very drunk phone calls! I hope I don’t find out until tomorrow, when I’m sober(er)(ish)…
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