Working in this crappy old building at 6th and Walnut is a continual adventure. This morning, I was frantically working on a hot project (what else is new?) when I heard what sounded like rain coming from the other room. The younger pterodactyl--as we've taken to calling her--who works there shrieked, but at least she had a good reason to do so this time, at least. A whooshing sound and the crash of more water sent my coworker and I running into the other room. Water was pouring from the ceiling and cascading down the wall. We quickly rushed to get the computer and valuable equipment out of the way and I was pretty wet by the time we finally got a chance to step back and stare dumbly at the surreal scene.
The whole office was crowded around surveying the mess (made aware of the situation by Miss Calm in a Calamity herself: the elder pterodactyl who had gone running down the hall screaming "All hands on deck" at the top of her lungs). It was bizarre to say the least. Then the maintenance man showed up in the doorway looking harried.
"I cut the water pipe! I just didn't think!" he exclaimed.
No shit.
We then went back to work to the occasional slap and squelch of ceiling tiles collapsing and crumbling on the damp carpeting. At least most of us went back to work. The younger pterodactyl--her workspace destroyed--managed to get off work and go home. Again.
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That sounds hideous, and yet I have to tell you your description provided so much amusement.
~crysania17
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