I have a new appreciation for flood victims and others displaced from their homes because of Mother Nature. I find myself among them today. Well, on a smaller scale anyway.
Shortly after 7 a.m., I was sitting at my desk working diligently on my articles for today’s paper when I was rudely interrupted by a stream of water from above.
My first thought, I’ll admit, was that somehow Tyler was responsible. But he was innocent (this time.) It was actually a leak that had made its way around a fluorescent light fixture through the drop ceiling before finally ending up on my head.
At first, the drip was intermittent and no one was really too concerned. But by the time I had returned from an excursion to Greene, it had gotten a bit worse. So bad, in fact, that I was forced to temporarily relocate to an unoccupied cubicle. There just wasn’t room for me AND the three strategically placed garbage cans and other receptacles that had been positioned just-so to catch the drips.
It’s been a bit weird, working on an unfamiliar computer at a barren desk. I’m not nearly as comfortable as I am surrounded by all my little doo-dads (like the “Have you hugged a farmer today” bumper sticker gifted to me by the CCFB) and pictures.
Of course I wasn’t organized enough to bring everything I’d need for the afternoon on the first trip. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to run back and forth.
And the dripping is actually pretty noisy. It’s been more than a little distracting, which hasn’t helped with my productivity. I keep worrying if anything else will get destroyed. And anticipating an even greater deluge at some time in the future.
My fingers are crossed that it will all be taken care of tomorrow, so I can get back to work as usual. If not, I may be looking to relocate to my temporary digs on a more permanent basis.
In the meantime, I’ll do the best that I can under the adverse work conditions. And send my sympathy to all of the people who are victims of floods and hurricanes each year.