There’s nothing quite like a natural disaster to make you feel just how petty and inconsequential your life really is:
“The Tutors’ Club. This is V---- speaking, how can I help you?”
“Hi, is Mark there?”
“I’m sorry, he’s in a meeting at the moment. Could I take a message?”
“Sure, could you let him know that due to tropical cyclone Heta, I won’t be returning to work this week, but I will let him know as soon I can schedule a flight out of here.”
“A tropical cyclone?” he asks, in his wannabe-movie-star, Southern Californian accent. “Su-u-ure thing!”
And that’s it. No one really misses you.
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