Anticipating the storm gave us a full day off at work. The office closure and likelihood that other departments we also work with being closed meant there would be little to do. I decided that although I could probably go in for the day, I would take advantage of the time off and relax.

In the days leading up to the storm, there were words tossed around like “feeder cell” and “cone of uncertainty” which gave the news a bizarre quality, as though this storm was somehow different than any other hurricane. I suppose now, that the only strangeness of it was that it came so far up the coast. Had it hit further south, I imagine the coverage being much different.

Still, it was a nice quiet day at home. We could have gone out and scoped the damage or stopped by the grocery store, but we had what we needed. I spent time on the couch, playing computer games and working on a new counted cross stitch project. My husband, who works from home normally, went about his day as though nothing had changed.

I would find out today, as I returned to work, that the completely predictable pattern of human behavior would play out as expected. The office hens clucked away at how nothing really happened to any of them, none had lost power, none had water damage, nor had any of them lost trees or parts of their roof to the storm.

Then came the resentful tone of how the schools could be closed when clearly the damage hadn’t warranted it, because their lone existence was the sole gauge for such things. I also came to find out that one of my colleagues came in to work during the office closure, a thumb in the eye of the boss’ mandate. Though I doubt that she ever even unlocked the door the the suite, and probably spent the entire day on the phone and not really working. Really, it’s all about warming the chair, and cashing the check.