Pennies from Heaven

Ok so check it out. It is an interesting, beautiful moment for all the chaos loving, people observers of the world. So it is raining outside....and this storm is very violent and here I sit in my cube farm with a view, watching and waiting for all my father's warnings about the "50 ways lightening can kill you EVEN through a window!!" and trying to reassure myself that the thin strips of vertical blinds will be enough to save me from almost certain death...or at least prevent me from watching death coming for me. When IT HAPPENs. Lightening strike! All servers are down. We have lost all connections. Cannot email, cannot surf, cannot work and what makes it even more incredibly cruel --- It is LUNCH time. Time for all of us wage slaves to be burning up the bandwidth in our pursuit to relax during our 30 minute "lunch". So now...workless, surfless, printerless, hopeless.....everyone is forced to interact. The cube farms are abuzz with "conversation". My psycho cubemate has fashioned an aluminum "lightening rod" and has directioned the vertical blinds in my direction. But I have instructions....in the event of my death to use the plastic ruler an move my arm ever so slightly in the direction of his ungrounded chair. Meanwhile I notice that there is a seam of water...growing larger in the seam of the window and the floor next to my cubemate's cube. I tell him -- you are gonna fall thru the floor. But he thinks I will get electrocuted first. Time ticks on and I watch as my cubemate, de wired from production, homework, email, and web....knows not what to do.....While I on the other hand am typing furiouslyrecording every little detail for my blog....muah ah ah ah. Spy v. Spy... All of a sudden we consider that a lightening strike might actually net us a few days off. We consider making ourselves a cult....we will use office tape and tape pennies on our head/bodies....strike a pose...wait for the lightening to strike and take us to the "spaceship" Well....if the lightening won't take us, the white coats will. Our other cube farm mates have warned us not to tempt fate....however we have decided we would rather be an entry on FM99s Stupid News than die a nameless, faceless death in a cubefarm probably buried under files or stuck in the unemployment line. Still no server repair so my mind wanders to other trival matters like.....Remember the time we said we were the lucky ones because we got the cubes by the window? Have we condemned ourselves....it could happen, I have heard of stranger things. There is an offline card game going on in the other cube patch. I have found a new source of entertainment. I keep sneaking by and suprising them. I wonder if I can make them drop their cards. Well while the mice are away I shall type away on my notepad waiting to post to my precious blog...unless of course...my cubemate's aluminum foil lightening rod does its job.....netting me some days off from work....and depending on the severity of the strike....my precious blog. Well....maybe not if I can move my fingers and convince someone to buy me a notebook....dude I need a Dell! Omigod I think the servers are up, our spaceship dreams dashed! Work lurks around the corner and a heavy, weary silence has decended upon its occupants. Back to life....back to reality as soul 2 soul would say. I feel like I just lived a Ray Bradbury moment.....with a twist! Now I need to get a cocacola.