Today marks the THIRD DAY, basically in a row, that I have been caught in heavy rain on my way home. Friday, yesterday, and then today. It always happens the exact same way, too. It is cloudy, but not raining, when I come out of the station, so I decide that it might be some time before it rains, and I want to walk. Because it's at the point where I *like* walking, and when I don't get to walk home because of the weather I feel cheated.
But then, before I'm even halfway, the skies open up and pour down their angry torrents upon what feels like ONLY that little sliver of Somerville where I happen to be.
On Friday, it was just kind of funny, and I ducked under a covered bus stop and called my dad. Yesterday, in light of Friday, I decided to be clever and bring my obnoxious pink umbrella, but when the heavens once again unleashed their fury, it was clear that the umbrella wasn't really helping at all. I got to the far side of the hill, and I passed by a street that had just recently been paved. The rain was pelting the newly set tar in streaks, and steam was wafting up in vague, ominous puffs. It looked like a hellish pit, and it actually captured my attention for several moments before I realized how wet I was getting and dashed across the street to catch a bus that had come up conveniently behind me. So I became that annoying sucker everyone hates who gets soaked and then drips all over the bus. Ahah.
Today, I didn't even bother with my umbrella, because it had done me so little good yesterday, but I DID start walking up the hill when the sky was nearly a shade of black. I don't know how I can be so stupid, really. And I wonder if I'll ever learn... I DID call my dad before I started walking, however, so I figured that if he arrived in his normal prompt manner, I would be fine.
The rain started when I was only halfway up the hill, and within moments I was basically 100% soaked. It's true that an umbrella probably wouldn't have helped much, but it still felt completely ridiculous to find oneself in the middle of that kind of storm without one. I didn't want to stand in the shade of a tree, both because there was lightning literally directly above, and because I wanted my dad to be able to see me. And then it started hailing! It actually made me laugh, I laughed aloud and reached out my hands to feel them bouncing off my palms, hard and direct enough that it actually kind of hurt. But then that stopped and the raindrops reappeared with a fierce vengeance. I could barely see, the rain was so intense that it kept getting into my eyes, and the water was also dripping down my hair onto my glasses. A good 10-15 minutes later, my dad showed up, and I had to like run after the car waving my arms before he saw me and stopped.
Didn't think I could get much wetter than I did yesterday. Guess I was wrong?
On the plus side though, work has actually taken a turn for the better. I got a new assignment that requires me to be on the 4th floor all day, basically doing what I did before, but with more privacy and far more space. So now I can bring my coffee into the stacks (something prohibited on the more populated floors), and I can play music aloud, since there is nobody around to be disturbed by it. I get to use the annex laptop to process the journals right there on the 4th floor so I don't have to waste time carting them up and down in the elevator to the correct levels. I really like it.
The downside is, however, that the 4th floor has no tables or chairs, so I have to do the processing standing up alongside the cart. This is fine, it's just more lifting and carrying of the journals, and it means I am literally on my feet all day. Which is fine, but I'm not used to it, which means that now I'm doubly tired than I would otherwise find myself after a day of journal stuff.
So thanks to resulting exhaustion and to subsequently being completely soaked for 20 minutes, I can barely move. The dampness has sapped away all my internal body heat (the whole 5 degrees I had in the first place), leaving me with a lingering chill and a vague sense of aggravation. I was supposed to meet up with two awesome people tonight, one of whom I haven't seen in *ages*, but I decided to cancel since I have so little that's dry anymore. It's already been canceled once before, which...I dunno. It's just annoying.
I guess there is always hope that tomorrow will be better. And DRYER, dear god.
But then, before I'm even halfway, the skies open up and pour down their angry torrents upon what feels like ONLY that little sliver of Somerville where I happen to be.
On Friday, it was just kind of funny, and I ducked under a covered bus stop and called my dad. Yesterday, in light of Friday, I decided to be clever and bring my obnoxious pink umbrella, but when the heavens once again unleashed their fury, it was clear that the umbrella wasn't really helping at all. I got to the far side of the hill, and I passed by a street that had just recently been paved. The rain was pelting the newly set tar in streaks, and steam was wafting up in vague, ominous puffs. It looked like a hellish pit, and it actually captured my attention for several moments before I realized how wet I was getting and dashed across the street to catch a bus that had come up conveniently behind me. So I became that annoying sucker everyone hates who gets soaked and then drips all over the bus. Ahah.
Today, I didn't even bother with my umbrella, because it had done me so little good yesterday, but I DID start walking up the hill when the sky was nearly a shade of black. I don't know how I can be so stupid, really. And I wonder if I'll ever learn... I DID call my dad before I started walking, however, so I figured that if he arrived in his normal prompt manner, I would be fine.
The rain started when I was only halfway up the hill, and within moments I was basically 100% soaked. It's true that an umbrella probably wouldn't have helped much, but it still felt completely ridiculous to find oneself in the middle of that kind of storm without one. I didn't want to stand in the shade of a tree, both because there was lightning literally directly above, and because I wanted my dad to be able to see me. And then it started hailing! It actually made me laugh, I laughed aloud and reached out my hands to feel them bouncing off my palms, hard and direct enough that it actually kind of hurt. But then that stopped and the raindrops reappeared with a fierce vengeance. I could barely see, the rain was so intense that it kept getting into my eyes, and the water was also dripping down my hair onto my glasses. A good 10-15 minutes later, my dad showed up, and I had to like run after the car waving my arms before he saw me and stopped.
Didn't think I could get much wetter than I did yesterday. Guess I was wrong?
On the plus side though, work has actually taken a turn for the better. I got a new assignment that requires me to be on the 4th floor all day, basically doing what I did before, but with more privacy and far more space. So now I can bring my coffee into the stacks (something prohibited on the more populated floors), and I can play music aloud, since there is nobody around to be disturbed by it. I get to use the annex laptop to process the journals right there on the 4th floor so I don't have to waste time carting them up and down in the elevator to the correct levels. I really like it.
The downside is, however, that the 4th floor has no tables or chairs, so I have to do the processing standing up alongside the cart. This is fine, it's just more lifting and carrying of the journals, and it means I am literally on my feet all day. Which is fine, but I'm not used to it, which means that now I'm doubly tired than I would otherwise find myself after a day of journal stuff.
So thanks to resulting exhaustion and to subsequently being completely soaked for 20 minutes, I can barely move. The dampness has sapped away all my internal body heat (the whole 5 degrees I had in the first place), leaving me with a lingering chill and a vague sense of aggravation. I was supposed to meet up with two awesome people tonight, one of whom I haven't seen in *ages*, but I decided to cancel since I have so little that's dry anymore. It's already been canceled once before, which...I dunno. It's just annoying.
I guess there is always hope that tomorrow will be better. And DRYER, dear god.