A police officer just warned me not to leave the property of my apartment complex and cross the street over to the trashed mobile home park across the street because they’ve already hauled off five of my neighbors from this complex for walking over there under cover of darkness and looting.
My neighbors. Ha ha hahahahaha *gag* what
So we made it through Irma. No power and our phones just started working this evening. Ham radio was useless as there are few people on it here and the repeaters are awful little things with no emergency power. Until Internet access returned, the only source of local information was BBC World Service being carried by WLRN. Broward County isn’t telling local media anything. Glorious!
The area is a total mess. At this point I’m just looking forward to getting away from it. That’ll be a while though as our gas stations all went dry SEVEN DAYS AGO and none have been refilled. Some stores have reopened on limited hours (due to the curfew I only know about thanks to BBC World Service!!) but they are not restocking.
Had the first real dinner in a while tonight though. We used one of the big iron charcoal grills out in the common area to barbecue some burgers and hot dogs. I never want to see crackers and peanut butter again.
Just looking forward to things ascending back from “third world post apocalyptic” to “third world war zone” as usual. Le sigh. A cold front would be just as welcome.
So here’s why I would have gotten fired this weekend if not for the fact that I’d already resigned with two weeks’ notice.
I found out early today that I would have been expected to come to work and ride out Hurricane Irma right here:
Which is right here….
And those bands are the outer bands of this….
Which at the time was forecast to do THIS.
I’m sorry, I did like my job there for the most part, but if asked to ride out the storm there, in a building which got three feet of water in it during Andrew which didn’t even hit that area much at all…. Well, I’d have just plain refused.
I was hearing stories of how the staff held off on evacuating until it was actually already difficult to get over the causeway due to storm surge and wind.
I’m sorry. It’s one thing to be a dedicated team player with the company. It’s another to endanger your safety to fight a losing battle to keep a broadcast going.
Not much one could do with three feet of seawater in the studios and electrical rooms.
And for that I’m assuming I would have been fired in one of those furious scenes.
This is of course assuming it’s still on a course for us as of morning– there’s some potential for a deviation westwards.
But still, not worth it.
In a couple of weeks, northern California will be my home. The only common natural disasters known there are wildfires. I’m okay with this.
Yesterday our apartment complex put out reminders on everyone’s doors that we are not allowed to cover or tape* any windows to prepare for Hurricane Irma.
Today, the manager’s apartment windows are boarded up, as well as the rental office.
Meme semi related.
* taping windows is actually totally useless
This morning, some prick jammed a toothpick through the sidewall of one of my tires. Yes– one of THOSE damn tires.
This coming about two days before what’s expected to be a Category 4 hurricane wiping Florida like a piss soaked rag being thrust onto your windshield by a zombie bum in downtown Miami.
Beautiful! Luckily, that same Tire Kingdom (yes, Bullet Hole Kingdom) still stocks that size tire.
There’s no propane, bottled water, canned foods, bread, batteries, or anything else particularly useful left in the stores, and it’s been that way since Monday night. I actually saw some of the questionable little “Food Store” places in the… unsavory areas… spray painted “No Supplies Inside” or “No Water” on their roll up shutters. Yes… All the way back on Monday.
This is pretty much a guarantee that hilarious price gouging will happen on a widespread basis, and to the first person who tries to use supply-side economics to justify this, I will counter with the following argument:
Say I have a great surplus of a special kind of large trout. Its prime directive is to be used for slapping people in the face. However, I have far more slapping trout than I can use, so the cost of a trout slap is so low I just have to deliver them free of charge.
To your heartless late-stage capitalist face.
- KG4CYX slaps you around a bit with a large trout!