Called on the count of rain

[jack_babalon]

Watching the rain outside the window while our servers are down. Two storm systems are gang banging the coasts of Florida like a pair of horny teenagers experiencing their first Rophied up cheerleader. This has knocked out a lot of our "operational capabilities"-some strand in the web has been severed and so we are without work.
This means i'm being paid to look out the window, and I intend to apply myself with the same "can-do" attitude my army of superiors have come to expect from me in the past. Around me the office is breaking down into the
"land of do as you please". The sisterhood have formed a circle around the radio. They got V103 on and they laugh at the DJ between hip-hop-pop songs, during commercials they bitch about men: The ones that they want and the ones that they can't have and why both are often the same man, same with the men that they have had and the men that are no good lying two faced rat bastards-also often the same man. The circle sits there
trading war stories, the younger of the women looking agasp at the horrors of what men turn into once the band is on the hand or the baby has been delivered,they laugh at the antics of the unfairer sex, the older ones laugh the hardest- the ones whose broken hearts have been welded back together with faith and independence.
Meanwhile the fella's have converged into clusters of gossip and sportscores. It's all about who got off and whose in the play offs. They argue over which tribe of millionaire athletes is able to throw,hit,pass or kick a ball the best. They wonder why the women leave them or they wonder why the women never arrive to leave them in the first place. They nod wisely over whose ass they would "tap" or how they'd "get on that". All except for token whitey- me. I'm reading William Blake and day dreaming me up a bright sun to walk home under. The locals think i'm crazy, but in some sense they respect and trust me more for said 'Craziness'than my fellow caucazoids in management. All of whom are running around trying to come up with busy work for people to shirk off and training sessions for the rest to ignore.
All these assholes trying to find a bigger asshole to hide under, and the top asshole has to explain it all to somebody so far up the chain of command he or she might as well live on another planet as far as the office is concerned. But it's payday and no one expects much on a payday unless it's payday on a Friday in which case no one expects anyone to even show up. Yep It's payday today but my babys in another city and I got another day 'til she comes down and brings those storm cloud eyes and sunshine smile to clear up my week.
Nothing left now but to count the hours down- like I'm gonna blast off when I clock out and go into the rain with my broken umbrella and the holes in my shoes ready to take me home.

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Counting the hours.
Wishing they were minutes.