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| FLOOD, FIRE, AND FAMINE |  | Category: Work
Friday, August 13th, 2004 @ 10:40 am
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 Well, a cool front has swept across my fair city sending wave after wave of absolutely wonderful weather to my front door. Just in time for the weekend too, it should be fantastic.
What a great time for a hurricane to hit and have my company go to DEFCON FUCKING FOUR. You see, I work at a catastrophe company and a hurricane is poised over a prostrate Florida, ready to ram its wrath of God up the state's ass. So, the time has come for everybody to freak the fuck out and start screaming at everybody to mobilize and be prepared to get to the site.
I think I'm dodging the bullet for the time being in as far as getting sent out, but like the Virginia Beach hurricane I have to do the support from the home office as well as be ready to relieve one of the other guys if the time comes. I don't know if it's the guarantee of money this time or the fact that I've already been through this a few times before but the proposition of getting sent out isn't as big a deal to me this time. Granted, I don't want to, but it doesn't seem like the end of the world this go 'round.
Oh well, as it looks now I'll be in town for the weekend, but who knows.
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