I woke up one morning last week and found that it was raining heavily. I called into work and let them know that with weather like this and the traffic conditions it creates, that I’d probably be late in.
With all my laundry hanging out on the balcony soaked, I ironed and used paper towels to dry some pants, a shirt and a tie. I try not to worry in the mornings and take it as it comes. I have a whole day in the midst of the city drone to fret and worry. Whilst I’m at home, I’ll just do things step by step.
With everything packed into my bag and proudly toting a company umbrella with our nice logo on it, I set off for the bus looking forward to the morning read. As I trundled in the heavy rain beaming with how dry and ironed my clothes were, a truck went by and splashed me head to toe. Another car passed and splashed me as well. With the path to the bus being really narrow and heavily trafficked, I was inundated with water at least another dozen times.
Trying to use the umbrella to shield myself from the splashes rendered the rain pouring on me and soaking me that way instead. I think there was a pretty even coverage as I squealed and flicked the umbrella down at passing cars and just held it upright sometimes, trying to leap above the splashes.
I was soaked to my underwear and looked as if I had taken a shower in my clothes.
Sitting on the bus, damp and dripping, I refused to the let this ruin my morning and so I read away as I had planned. I tried to look as composed as I could and not like a shivering wet dog.
As the bus pulled into the city near the courts where I work, I phoned into the office and told them about what had happened. I decided that I’d go in late today and go shopping. I don’t want to be in with wet clothes all day so I wandered about and bought myself a new set of dry cloth to wear. I especially bought bright neon orange socks to go along with the firm’s palette and was very happy with myself.
I spent the day pottering about work in those socks with a weird look on my face. It felt really unprofessional to be out of my shoes but nobody seemed to mind because everybody saw how wet I was before I changed. Droves of people arrived in later than me who lived further away. News articles about how train stations were flooded circulated.
I’m very thankful that I work for a firm that doesn’t mind oddities like this happening. I didn’t have any meetings or urgent obligations in the morning. I did my full hours for the day and then some before going home in the horrible, unrelenting rain.
I’m keeping spare clothes at work now to counter this and have bought myself a rain poncho. I tried to buy a pair of wellingtons (rain boots) but they were all sold out when I enquired.
Currently in New South Wales, we’re experiencing a weather phenomenon we’ve never encountered and we’re receiving record rain. Remote areas have been thoroughly flooded and in my twitter stream, I came across this National Geographic article about a spider phenomenon caused by the rain.
I think a weekend away to one of the flood ravaged towns would be an interesting experience, more so than to any normal/ideal holiday spot. We could help them repair during the day, enjoy the unpolluted night sky and – I hesitated in typing this but – help their economy just a bit if not spirits. The fiance could bake them cakes and I would be very interested in their IT infrastructure. I’m reaching that point in my life where at work I’ve developed a really weighty set of professional skills. They have a long way to go but I’m happy to share it around especially without the usual associated cost to good people.