As I made my way to the office on Monday -
a holiday - I began to believe that just maybe the 80-year-old 'end-of-the-world' preacher had made a few math errors and that maybe Monday was his rapture day. I was one of six cars on Highway 280, which must be a first in the history of humankind. I even took a picture because I did not think
anyone would ever believe me!
Weird, right? Even worse? Out of a nine-floor office building, my office was the only one open on Monday. No place to get lunch, no place to buy 20-ounce sodas, no place to get change, no parking tokens needed, no snacks cart, no unlocked stairwell doors, no hospital escorts.... just a bunch of pouty employees. Fun, right?
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