Life proceeding as normal...Chaotic

You know I find certain things in life absolutely baffling. I mean There are somethings that just do not add up.

It's Friday I should be looking forward to the weekend and all that it entails. You know the usual, no work, extra sleep, laundry, socializing, and maybe if I played my cards right earlier in the week a date. But alas I am not looking forward to any of these ok well maybe the last one just a little ;-)

Let me shed a little light on the reason for my lack of enthusiasm for this weekend. I show up to work (all be it 1 hour late...Man I love my boss) assuming today would be a laid back slightly boring day to finish off the week with. That was my first mistake assuming anything in my life would happen as planned. I am sadly wrong and find myself facing a completely chaotic situation.

I have lived in this area (well 2 hours east of here) all of my life, so somethings that are scary to most people, I have come to terms with and find the alternative frightening. I have a friend who is originally from California (L.A. I think) and we were having a conversation about this very thing the other day. She explained to me that the prospects of hurricanes frighten her. I launched in to my normal routine about how they are completely natural and not really that bad. Well then I asked her about earthquakes. Ok so yes I know that they are not nearly as frequent and they do not have a season but that makes them all the more scary to me. I mean come on how do you deal with the entire earth shaking and moving underneath your feet?? Not me...no thanks I told her I will take a little wind and rain any day.

In light of that little conversation I think that I might just become a mute. Never opening my mouth again (Yes I know that is unbelievable and not possible for me). Less than a week after this converstaion I am having to eat my words. Pensacola is facing Tropical Storm Arlene. It is only a tropical storm but this early in the season and coming straight for us...it scares me to death. They predict a Saturday afternoon landfall and probably a weak Category 1 hurricane. I think after everything that I went through with Ivan my perspective has changed a little (OK a lot) on hurricanes. I don't like them, I don't want them, and frankly they scare me. I just got the new roof on my home from the last one in Sept 2004. I have since decided that maybe I could live with that whole earth shaking ordeal in exchange.

So to tie it back into the original story dealing with my ruined weekend and horrible day at work, I now have to run all over my building putting plastic everywhere. I have to make sure that the precious faculty won't have anything get wet or we won't lose 5-10 year old archaic computers. (Might be good excuse to buy some new ones if we lost a few of those.) So no siesta for me.

That is only half of the story...Karma strikes again. Well maybe not Karma just stupid people. I also found out this morning that we can put men on the moon but people here at UWF can't hit a single button to make sure that we get paid accurately. I thought using direct deposit was supposed to be easier and take the human error out of the process. Looks like again I was wrong. No one here at UWF got paid. Then they had the audacity to tell us...strike that send us a voicemail to inform us that if this was a problem then contact them and they would try to cut checks for those people. Heck yeah its a problem. Ummm do you think that I really like my job, or any job for that matter, enough to work for free??? NO...If I don;t get paid then I don't have any reason to be there. So now it will be Monday before I see any of my paycheck. Guess I can tell my bill collectors to give UWF a call when they ask me why I haven't paid my bills :-)

Ok well I have to finish wrapping the computers in plastic wrap for the day. The good thing is that once they are all wrapped then I have nothing to do and can't even pretend I am keeping myself busy. My boss pointed this out to me as a joke but then he thought about it again and told me to go home after the plastic cause that is what the rest of the staff was going to do. I started to balk and tell him that I had to stay so that I could get paid but that is when he told me to consider it a paid vacation. OH Yeah! I can live with that.