Hell Loves Storms


I used to love storms. That would mean no school or work. I could just sleep and not have to worry about doing boring work. Sure, there would be days to make-up, but it was well worth it. Strangely enough, that longing never went away.

I leaned over on my desk and looked over at Ben and Kele.

“What exactly do we do again?” I asked.

“Tech support,” Ben said.

“Yeah, but what exactly?” I asked again.

“We fix the network and the computers,” Kele said.

“Ah,” I said.

“Babe, you keep asking us the same question at work,” Ben said. “Our line of work hasn’t changed.” I sat back in my chair.

“You know I don’t know most of this tech babble,” I said.

“Then why did you take this manager job?” Kele asked. I shrugged and put up my hands.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “It sounded good at the time? Thought it would be prettier? Flashy? I have no idea.” I caught the strange look from Ben out of the corner of my eye.

“Don’t you dare,” I hissed. He was quick to close his mouth.

“Thank you,” I said. I turned back to my computer. We hadn’t received any e-mails from the higher-ups yet. I guess it couldn’t hurt to browse around. My first stop? For some reason, I went to the local weather site. (Yes, the day was just that slow. I doubt that my boyfriend and our roommate were really doing any work at the moment anyway.) All emotion drained from my face as I looked at the screen. Sunny and hot for the rest of the week, huh? Highs in the upper 90’s huh? Next! Oh, look. It drops a little next week. Next! Next!

Hang on.

I clicked back a week. Right in the middle, there it was. My eyes widened as I had to read over it twice.

“Guys,” I said. “Guys, guys!”

“What is it?” Kele asked. I looked up from my computer. The boys weren’t even looking up at me. Oh well, screw it! I took in a deep breath.

“A typhoon’s coming!” I shouted. Kele and Ben looked up at me.

“Okay…” Ben said.

“A typhoon’s coming!” I said again.

“We’re got it the first time,” Kele said. I tapped my foot under my desk as I puffed up my cheeks, frowning.

“Don’t you get it?” I asked.

“No,” both boys said. I groaned as I buried my face in my hands.

“Oh my god, can’t you see it?” I asked. “We can have a day off! We can actually sleep in!” I had never seen those two with such dull looks on their faces before in my life. What were they missing here? I know I tell it to them as clearly as I could.

“So?” Ben asked.

“So?” I repeated. “So?! Don’t you want a day off?!”

“Not really,” my boyfriend replied.

“Why not?!” I wailed.

“Don’t we have to make up work in overtime?” Kele asked.

“But isn’t it worth it for a nice day off for sleep?” I asked.

“Not really,” they both said. I slumped over the desk and sighed.

I love storms like this, but others don’t share my excitement anymore. Ironically, I ended up not enjoying this typhoon that was heading for us.