The hurricane is still coming. Her name is Irene. She has some people in a frenzy. The lines at water depots are pretty long. Department stores are full of people, searching for flashlights, batteries, battery-operated radios, etc. The grocery store shelves are probably pretty empty in the canned food aisles.
Most businesses are closed, or will be closing at 12 noon or 1pm. We’re still open. It’s kind of ridiculous. This is a furniture store. No one cares to buy a chair to rock in during the hurricane. People are not shopping around for dinettes. It’s all about hurricane preparedness at this point. Why are we here?! The account payable lady has already sent our money to the bank. We’re paid. The salespeople have no customers to sell to. The receptionist has no ringing lines to pick up. The warehouse staff have no shipments to receive. WHY. ARE. WE. HERE?!
I’ve asked around. Two of the senior people here suggest that we’ll be closing at 12noon or 1pm. Like the banks. And a lot of other businesses. They’re annoyed that we’re here as well. I feel like they will do what they can to get us all out of here as soon as possible. The account payable manager has come in my office about three times looking for the general manager. She’s definitely wanting to push the issue. I’d like the GM to come back soon so she can be pressured, and then EXPLOOOOODE. And by explode, I mean let us all GO HOME!
I’ve made a few calls. I called some of my favourite cousins to make sure they’re okay and have started to get prepared. All seems to be well. They’re wrapping up at work, and getting ready to go home. This is good. I’m glad. One of my cousins will be at Ma’s house. Good to know the great-grandmother won’t be home alone, although I know she wouldn’t mind, and would probably be a-okay. I tried calling my dad at home, but got no answer. He never goes to work before 11:30, but maybe they have things to do there. I’ll try again before leaving. I can only make calls while I’m here. No phone at Babe’s. My family is going to be trippin’ because they won’t be able to reach me. My siblings all have Babe’s number, so they can reach me in case of an emergency.
I’m still trying to figure out if I can get a ride to my place to get some things, and get back to Babe’s. We’ll see how that goes. I don’t want to leave Tatum (bicycle) here. I’ll need her to get back to work whenever we’re due back in. Maybe my sister will pick me up from Babe’s, take me to my place, wait a few minutes, and then take me back. Hmmm… Just seems like a lot to ask of one person. I hate being an inconvenience. We’ll see how it goes!
Of course, songs about rain are necessary additions to this post, so here ya go!