I Feel The Flood Creeping Up Behind Me

This will most likely be a short post, but you know me, sometimes I lie about that.

I posted this on my blog page on FB:

Now for the story. During the past week and a half that we have been juicing during work hours (essentially that's what it boils down to) for our half hour lunch we have been walking instead. I mean, come on, what the hell else are we supposed to do for a half hour, at work, while not eating? Sleep? Stare into each others' eyes? Go into the "Cuddle Room" and do highly inappropriate things?(Cuddle Room == lockable room with no windows for nursing moms to pump; yea my company is cool like that) No, instead we are smart and use that time for walking. This doubled the time we had before for walking at lunch. We usually got in about a fifteen minute walk before we were juicing. We have agreed that next week when we resume eating lunch (a much lighter one at that) we are just going to eat at our respective cubes because we enjoy the longer walk. This gets us up to an hour of walking during the work day; two fifteen minute breaks plus the half hour lunch.

But back to today's events that led to the above picture. When we left the building today, we noticed some dark clouds to the west but misjudged their potential. (I'm sure you are starting to see where this is going) As we approached our turn around point, so the farthest physical point we could be from our building (almost a mile away) a few drops started to fall upon us. No biggie, we have our umbrellas and our rain jackets. Well mine is more of a water repellent wind breaker, but now I am splitting hairs.

Before we were even a hundred feet back towards work from the turn around point, the clouds overhead burst at the seams and a torrent of huge raindrops began to pound us and our surroundings. Now from Mythbusters we know running in the rain will make you more wet than just walking. We had umbrellas, we should be fine... Right? Maybe even manage to walk ourselves out from under the rainclouds...

No, WRONG!!! Way wrong. We'd only got about a quarter of the way back and both of us were soaked up to our knees and water cascading down our jackets began to make the top half of our legs wet as well. By the halfway point our feet were soaked, even without trudging through any outright puddles. The entire world around us a puddle. The street was flooding and we were terrified that some ass hat would drive by through the gutter further soaking our cold and wet bodies. Luckily that never happened.

Two thirds of the way my sleeves were soaked through on my jacket, and I swear my shoes were full of water. By three quarters of the way we were both drenched up to our hips, and our umbrellas were barely keeping our heads dry (some water was seeping through; storm rated my ass...). At this point we didn't care if we were walking in puddles, and as we approached the building we cut across the lawn like two survivors fleeing a zombie horde for shelter. And then, for funzies, my badge wouldn't release the door to get in. Collin's did.

Once finally inside a dry building, we agreed that we could not remain at work, soaked to the bone, for another three hours. I went upstairs, and was happy to see my boss talking with the leads as they all looked outside. I trudged to my cube leaving a trail of water behind me. She immediately saw how rained on I had got and agreed it would be best for me to go home. I let my "teacher" know that I was gone for the day, but will be spending all day tomorrow with her. As soon as my boss got upstairs and had seen me missing she asked if I was outside in the downpour, and one of the leads (whom I had passed as I exited the building for my normal walk) had told her it was about that time, so I most likely was.

So Collin and I, looking like two soaking wet puppies, made our way out the front of the building to the now partially flooded parking lot where Jude was. We passed a co-worker in the hall who said we'd need hip-waders to get to our car (come to find out he was parked next to us) and I responded that we were already wet from the hip down so it made no matter. We splished and splashed through ankle deep puddles (what the fuck did it matter at this point) and climbed into the dry safety of our car. I drove us to pick up some hot coffee (Pumpkin Pie Breves from Dutch Bros. Yum!), and then home we went to change into some warm dry clothes. Collin then proceeded to work the next two hours from home.

Being that this is Oregon, by the time we got to the west side, and over the West Hills it was flipping partially sunny.... Sigh.

Oh well. I was able to sit down and really analyze our budget for the next two months, and I must say I was really pleased and content with what I saw. Which, as any person who manages their budget with goals in mind can agree with, is one of the most rewarding feelings in adulthood.

Now to go get the tiny monster from daycare and maybe go to Kohls to find the kid some socks. Poor girl is so much like me. Big feet. She is just shy of eleven months and we have to buy her 18-24 month to 2T sized socks.... She is most certainly going to be a tall girl.

Until next time, I shall leave you with a quote a good friend pinned on Pinterest (and then so did I):
"Courage does not always roar; sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying: I will try again tomorrow."