Swimming to work

It's been raining hard since yesterday. Glad to see the weather patterns are starting to shift, wafting a hint of autumn down to this moisture-starved corner of the world.

Spent some time at home yesterday just feeling glad to be home and dry. I was less happy this morning when I had to wade the flooded parking lot to get to my office. It was bad enough that my feet were so soaked I could hardly keep my feet in my slippery sandals. Also, the long strands of wet hair whipping in my face were not helpful.

But the thing that most raised my hackles was that I knew when I finally made it to the office, this one person, who always seems to have much less work than any of my other coworkers, would be loitering in the hall ready to give some facile commentary on my lateness and wetness.

My outrage just kept mounting as I got closer to the building, and sure enough the person was there, waiting, when I walked in. The scowl on my face must have signalled danger, because the response was much more low-key than usual; just a mock-sympathetic giggle.