An HR personnel came to our part of the office around 4pm to announce that we can go home at 5pm, an hour earlier than our usual log-off of 6pm. This is due to the heavy rains that have started to pour as early as 2pm. Since the bosses have decided to meet outside, our part of the office errupted in merriment at the announcement. Once again, I was reminded of high school. Still any cause for celebration is always welcome.
Unfortunately, the flood waters outside is already shin-high, and the trike drivers outside have turned into rabid monsters charging 50 bucks on a ride to high ground. I am not one to go for the bait, so I have opted to stay in the office and wait for the flood waters to abate. sooner or later, it will subside. Besides, I'm already used to rendering overtime, staying here for a few more hours is not really an issue anymore.
What's bumming me isn't that I can't get home early, but rather, that I can't get to my books! For more than a week now, my wrapping paraphernalia has been spread on the floor of my room, waiting for the time that I finally reach for my cutter and splice that plastic wrapper into workable pieces. I've been in a buying frenzy as of late, and it galls me that I can't enjoy my current finds because I haven't yet performed that most important task of wrapping them in plastic. An hour early in going home might have prompted me to finally start my wrapping process.
But then, again, month-end reporting is at hand, and I probably wouldn't be able to attend to my books for some time.