What exactly is God trying to tell me?

OK, So I didn't need another day off work. But for some reason God decided to blow a huge crater in the middle of the road smack dab in the middle of the building I work in and Michael's building. 350 Lexington (at 41st St)(I work in 355 and Michael is in 340) At 5:57pm steam pressure blew a fucking hole in the intersection that I crossed 52 minutes earlier, the intersection that I cross a half a dozen times every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. A person was killed in the intersection. Trains are stopped. There is an aesbestos warning. The entire section of midtown Manhattan is closed.
Michael and I are off tomorrow.
If this isn't a sign that we need to get out of this city then I don't know what is.