Isabel Says, “Get the Fuck Outta My Way.”

On the scale of hurricane worriedness (is that a word?), here’s how it all shakes down:

I’m not writing out a will or anything, because I already did it. However. I’m not keen on making my 50 mile commute home in torrential rains and 40 mph winds.

So I’m obsessively checking the forecast, and the school closings, and the tree outside my window (to see if it’s windy enough to snap branches yet), and the construction hole outside my other window (to see if it’s a mudslide yet), and I learn that every. other. institution of learning in this fair city has decided to close in early afternoon. All the elementary, middle and high schools. All the colleges. All the parochial schools.

Everyone, it seems, except us.

But you know what?

I’m implementing my own departmental inclement weather policy, which states that when it starts to get bad, my ass is out of here. And I’ve cancelled my evening student programs, and I’m sending my secretary home.

Because, fuck this.

There isn’t a single weather forecaster in the entire universe who thinks that this storm is going to miss us, because it’s a goddamn ENORMOUS FUCKING HURRICANE.

We’re not going to get the worst of it, because we aren’t on the coast. But are we going to get some severe weather? My magic 8-ball says yes.

Ugh. So I’m leaving early today, although I haven’t decided exactly when. Because, honestly, I’ve built up enough comp time from working several weeks of 12-hour days that if I decide I want to walk out in the middle of the day when it’s bright and sunny, I can.

And no one can say anything to me.

Because I’m the boss.

Neener.

Oh, also, if you missed it – check out my entry from yesterday afternoon, as it has inspired a whole bunch of really thoughtful comments from people.

Comments 5

  • on the plus side, the university seems intent on taking it's curriculum very seriously. i always tend to think people get overwrought about bad weather. of course, i grew up in chicago, where i remember schools closing maybe once every five years.

  • yeah, but see, the thing about chicago is that it prepares for bad weather. around here, they don't. so people act all like “everything's cool” and then they go out and try to drive in bad weather and wreck their cars on our hilly, curvy, narrow country roads, and people die. also, what it's really about is that i want some forced time off so i can sleep.

  • yeah- trusting your instincts about danger is probably smarter than listening to some asshole money grubber wanting to make sure funding and budgets don't get misaligned.
    Vaya con Dios Lori, y tu corazon tambien.

  • Way to take initiative. I can't stand some of these jerks I work with saying “pfft, stupid hurricane.” Guess it's easy to say when they've never been in one. And it's almost cute the sort of “ummm, I guess that's true” reaction they had when I pointed out that their emergency contingency plan, which consists of moving to a site 20 miles out of manhattan (in case of blackout or terrorism) wouldn't do much good when you're dealing with a hurricane that's 200 miles across.
    Of course, since it's not going to hit here now, the hubris factor has only increased.

  • EXCEPT FROM ME. MINE WAS FOOLISH AND WITHOUT THOUGHT.

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