This had BEST be the fucking Rapture.

Look, I understand completely. Any job in customer service involves people taking metaphoric (and sometimes literal) shits on you.

But today? Had best well be the fucking Rapture.
There was flooding bad enough on the tracks in and around Albany that everything got delayed by hours.
Which is fine. These things happen.
But when 84% of Rochester decides to evacuate to Chicago for the impending cleansing of the Earth at the same time, and they all seem to want to take all of their Earthly possessions with them on said trip....

This had best be the actual fucking Rapture.

If it's not? I'm getting the fuck out of this job as fast as humanly possible, because this is not how I'm going to spend every Friday night for the rest of my working life.

On that note, I feel like I've spent a very comfortable amount of time pantsless in this life, and that I'm quite perfectly happy with how not-to-Heaven I'll be going... and that while I have regrets in life, at least I'll go out with my pride.
If this is the Rapture.

If.

(I don't have a song epic enough to honor the Rapture, should the crazies be correct about today.
Sadly.
I like to imagine it would be like David Bowie and Iggy Pop backing up Nina Simone and Freddie Mercury with a good healthy dose of Tom Waits on the piano. Or something to that effect, anyway.)
(We should make it happen, though, should the world continue.)
(Hint: It's probably going to.)