what miracles occur when teenagers are left idle
I feel like I'm working in a wind tunnel. There's a breeze whipping around my ankles and my ears are filled with the sound of rushing air. Yes, I'm in my office.
The reason for the windiness in my place of work today is because yesterday the office manager arrived to find the whole office area filled with water. Some creative vandals had stuck a fire hydrant hose under the door the night before and saturated the entire office. Apparently the water in the kitchen, where the seal on the door is impressively tight, was more than ankle-high. Of course from my safe vantage point at head office yesterday I had trouble repressing my laughter (or twisted admiration for the people responsible). Now back at the wet office today I'm beginning to grasp the reality of the situation. Everything has been lifted off the floor, including the desks which are being held up by cubes of styrofoam. Garbage bins, piles of telephone books and computers have all claimed their share of desk space to vacate the carpet so it can dry out. To aid in the drying there are at least a dozen blowing machines situated around the office running at full capacity. All our tinsel Christmas decorations are twinkling madly as they're set moving by the wind and another journalist and I, who normally converse across the room at a normal volume, have to yell to one another or make hand signals to be understood.
It's annoying and a little inconvenient. Part of me finds it kind of fun too.
I guess I'd better blow off and do some work,
Teegstar