dammit, hurricane. No.

... kay. I don't need my brother calling up at 6am, freaking out about what our plans are for the hurricane if it hits. I understand wanting to know if we have a plan or not, but considering he "has to stay" um, how does this help me? Seriously, if we get bitchslapped by the storm, I cannot see how his job would be insane enough to think he'd have to stay. He works at a restaurant that will most likely be flooded out because everything in that shopping center is always flooded out when a storm hits.


So that's kind of how I fully woke up this morning. I was awake prior to that because dog walking and I tend to wake up at 3am on my days off anyway, but still. I don't need to panic, dude.


Which means I then went to look at the storm updates (I checked before bed last night) and yes, indeed it seems to be projected to be closer to land than it was 12 hours before. But if I've learned anything as an adult when it comes to hurricanes, it's this: they predicted things better when I was a kid. Seriously. As a kid, if we were four days away, they had it narrowed down to four options and a wildcard, and of those four, one of them was almost a wildcard in the likelihood of it happening. Now it's just a bunch of people throwing their hands up and shrieking, "we just don't know!" for fifteen minutes at a time. Very helpful. At this point, I suppose we should have a vague idea of where to go should it be more of a hit and not just a fringe of rain and wind.


Kinda slacked a bit on my Halloween/fall thing yesterday, but the dog and I did find a neighbor with orange lights up already (huzzah!) and then this morning we found two houses already super decked out, even at 4am. Also, I flipped through a fall issue of one of the various magazines via my Kindle (and then promptly cancelled the subscription because really, I just was doing the trial) but it was nifty to get to play around with the various color shades for things. I might've kept that one if the issue hadn't been so, so dull and lacking in actual fall/Halloween stuff. When the best part of the issue is what is essentially an ad for paint, there's a problem.

Huh.

So work called. Twice. Um, the store's closing tonight and not opening back again til this weekend, maybe, depending on what the storm actually does. I... uh... look. I can count on one hand the number of times the store has closed for anything more than power outages or floor cleaning and still have most of my fingers left. She didn't say if it was paid or not, though I do have the time off so I'd imagine that if, for some reason, it's not paid, I'd still be able to get paid. That was complicated, but I guess I mean I have the PTO hours so one way or another I suppose I'd be okay.

Add to this my brother panicking and shrieking about us needing to evacuate and the dog being a right royal bitch (I'm sorry, but I had to) and one of the cat carriers missing a piece and did I mention the car is pretty tiny and I can't see four people and four pets managing to fit without us murdering one another?

Please, please, please let this stupid storm veer East. Please. I can handle rain, I hope. It's the wind and the trees I'm concerned about. It's been awhile since I've actually been concerned about a storm hitting and I don't like it. I think the last time I was seriously worried, and not just bitching about it, was when my dad was still around.



Dammit, I can't even properly enjoy a free night off from work. What the hell.