After a weekend of trying to decide if we should evacuate or not, and squeezing in a kickboxing class :), AC and I decided to stay in Tampa. All the schools and government offices made announcements that they would be closed on Monday and I assumed my St Pete workplace office would too since it is located further south. AC and I went to see Wallace and Gromit and all was wonderful in the world. Then I called the hotline at work and was told the offices would be open.
Surely that didn’t mean I would have to drive across the Howard Frankland bridge? That is why they let me sign out a laptop on Friday, isn’t it? I could work from home, couldn’t I?
Guess again. I woke up at 7am and had received no response from the boss. Went back to sleep and woke up to a voicemail telling me I had to come in. I was pissed. AC drove me in and the whole way I cursed and sulked. The drive across the bridge at 10am was still windy and scary, with Tampa Bay’s rough waters and waves crashing onto the lanes, even though the storm hit much further south around 7am. What was this office thinking? And why were there so many people actually at work? If I hadn’t just gotten a day off for Sarah’s visit last week and taken this Friday off for the South Central MLA conference, I so would have stayed home!
OK enough whining. I’m in the midst of grading annotated bibliographies and am quite impressed with my online students camraderie in the discussion forums. I’m still grappliing with the whole work and school thing and have flat out decided to return to a state of denial with regards to NOLA. I won’t believe the loss til I see it and as of now, I cannot go back until Mardi Gras, and that’s surely to resemble parties from before, so there!