So... bad weather again.
So we're having a hurricane. It just popped up out of nowhere yesterday-ish and now it's a full blown storm that's probably going to be a category 3 by tomorrow or Sunday. They're shutting off the water in like thirty minutes and I don't know how long they'll leave on the power. All of the cash points in town are shut off and have been since like ass o' clock this morning. Personally, and mostly because I only have $1 on me right now (and totally not because I spent all my cash at the bar last night... definitely), I feel that they should have left the cash points open until at least 10 or 11 - so everyone could get some cash and be home in time for the curfew. BLAH.
Landlord put the storm shutters up this morning and now we're filling plastic tubs with water so we'll be able to flush toilets and such. Yay fun. At least Martin didn't make us come in to the office today. Of course, he didn't let us know that we weren't going to be in until about 7:15 this morning (work starts at 8). Thanks for that. Cheers.
Chazzle is still sleeping because he sucks. He's literally sleeping through a hurricane. The beach looks cool, though. I'm sort of babbling at this point - but this is my first hurricane and I feel that I'm allowed. I hope it blows all of the damn hobo-chickens away. Send them to Jamaica, we don't want them here. I'm sick of having chicken orgies under my window at 4 in the morning. That is just not okay. Chaz didn't believe me when I said they were everywhere down here - now he knows the awful truth. We've taken to throwing rocks at the bastards when they get too annoying.
Will keep everyone posted on Hurricane-apalooza 2008. (What kind of name is Paloma for a storm, anyhow? A lame one, that's what.)
Ta.
Landlord put the storm shutters up this morning and now we're filling plastic tubs with water so we'll be able to flush toilets and such. Yay fun. At least Martin didn't make us come in to the office today. Of course, he didn't let us know that we weren't going to be in until about 7:15 this morning (work starts at 8). Thanks for that. Cheers.
Chazzle is still sleeping because he sucks. He's literally sleeping through a hurricane. The beach looks cool, though. I'm sort of babbling at this point - but this is my first hurricane and I feel that I'm allowed. I hope it blows all of the damn hobo-chickens away. Send them to Jamaica, we don't want them here. I'm sick of having chicken orgies under my window at 4 in the morning. That is just not okay. Chaz didn't believe me when I said they were everywhere down here - now he knows the awful truth. We've taken to throwing rocks at the bastards when they get too annoying.
Will keep everyone posted on Hurricane-apalooza 2008. (What kind of name is Paloma for a storm, anyhow? A lame one, that's what.)
Ta.