This past weekend was going swimmingly well as I took in some much needed R&R with my beautiful girlfriend and dommy-licious wife in bed whilst my brain marinaded in an opiate soup fit for the gods…until Sunday night.
My boss called to let me know that the Mohawk river was going to flood our office building so I had to rush in and pile over a million dollars worth of inventory up out of harm’s way. It’s been an emotional rollercoaster since that night. We’re behind schedule on a major contract project as it is. Hurricane Irene caused the river near our factory to rise ten feet. I work for a small company with limited resources so it’s all on us to keep things running or I can kiss my job goodbye.
Yesterday morning we were allowed into the building. The devastation was nothing less than absolute. The river efficiently deposited two inches of dank black mud on all the carpet, tile, and sheetrock in the building. Lucky for us we only had about 7” of water and put all the sensitive lab instruments high on tables. Power is out, water is not drinkable, the sewers backed up into the street and building. There’s mud and turds everywhere.
Normally I’m a circuit designer, but for the last few days I’ve been pressure washing steel office furniture and shaking mud out of test leads, shredding my fingers on slimy rusty metal. If there is a hell – this must be it. It’s hot, it smells like poop and seaweed. I’m sad. I just want my life back.