The Most Logical Conclusion

Well, today was certainly something.

Begin at the beginning, I suppose. Punch in this morning to discover that the server host is not working/connected. Find supervisor, wait for system reboot, endure a fairly typical Wednesday morning.

Then the power outage happens.

It's not a full power outage, mind you. Just a couple of pops, over half the lights going dark, industrial fans stopping. The computers still run (oddly), so we can continue working, fumbling around in various levels of light. The power comes back to full strength within 15 minutes.

That's when the server crashes again.

Find supervisor (again), wait for reboot (AGAIN), have system eventually become stable (AGAIN!). Go to lunch, re-coffee up, return five minutes early. Snap industrial espionage style photos of Alky McDrinkDrink. Start post-lunch work.

While digging through a box of catheters, I find a key.

Yeah, a key. Not a cool, old-styled skeleton key, but what looks like a recently crafted housekey. At this point, I'm fairly certain that this key didn't come from China or Pakistan or Sri Lanka or wherever the things we sell are manufactured. It probably belongs to someone who actually works in our building. Find supervisor (getting tired of seeing me at this point), show/explain key, encourage him to ask around about it. If no one claims it, I'll take it back at the end of the day, because keys are nifty.

Ten minutes later, my Archenemy has his spare key back. Sigh. I endure a litany of uncharacteristic thanks from Archenemy ("I've been missing this for a week! My wallet has this flap and the key keeps falling out... thanks again. Thank you. I reeeeeeeeeeally appreciate it. Thank you again. Thank you.") I assure him it was no trouble at all and move on.

ASIDE: Keeping a spare key in a wallet? Is this a thing that people do? I mean, say you get robbed. Cash, credit cards, ID (with your address on it) and a key. To rob you BLINDER.

The afternoon continues. I continue working. Late afternoon I feel a drip on my forearm. It would be weird if it was sweat. Weirder if I was sweating on the paperwork, as it has two water-drips on it. The truth, of course, is weirder still.

I look up, and see I am being rained on. Inside. What. The. What.

The skies outside are clear. During the actual rainstorm yesterday the warehouse was perfectly dry.

Hello supervisor. Hello office folk. Hello receiving guy on a lift all the way up to the ceiling.

There's a hole in the ceiling. It seems like we should have known.

Time to move product so it doesn't get any more water damaged. Rather than watch as incredibly janky anti-soak measures are set up, I move on. As I leave I hear the higher-ups arguing about the cause of the leak.

All of this workplace madness swirls around my brain for a while, until I come up with an answer. An answer for why all this messed-up stuff is going on today. An answer, that, in hindsight, seems obvious.

We (that is, my company) should no longer be in existence. Between the inept management, apathetic workforce, and sharply declining sales, we should honestly no longer be in this building. Yet, somehow, we're still around. We've slipped through the cracks of reality. The computer issues, the power failure, the freak interior rainstorm?

The universe is attempting to course-correct. Yet, we stand.

It's to the point where I was expecting to look outside and see a rain of toads. Possibly watch a tanker truck pull up to the dock and explode. And it would seem, well, normal. A continued escalation on the part of reality.

Maybe tomorrow the universe will give up and let this aberration of a company stick around. Or, maybe a comet will crush our building. Time will tell.

I just wish I knew exactly how that housekey fits into all of this...