The ship is sinking

It's Monday, and we have no work! Yahoo! It rained and a pipe in our building leaked. We had mini waterfalls around us. Several computers got wet and grounded. The clinic transformed itself into a a bathroom cubicle with a full-blast shower. So some 150 of us employees were ordered to go to the lobby.

The place was noisy and jam-packed. The floor was wet. Water dripped heavily from the stairs. Poseidon and Titanic come to mind. Incidentally, the design of our building is similar to that of a ship--leaning, whitewashed walls; curved ceiling; lightweight materials.

We hushed each other when a manager stood up in a railing to give an announcement. I thought he would say, "The ship is sinking, group yourselves into . . ." Instead, he told us to go home.

I'm happy I can start reading Junot Diaz's The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. But I'm also worried for the company. It's a significant loss on income and productivity. But well, I could use a rest day.