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Today was... well, slightly less radioactive, at least. Before I forget to be self-depricating, though... You know that problem I was having with my hot water? ... Yeah, I didn't think to see if maybe the faucet was just backwards. So, at least I had a hot shower tonight! Victory! (Albeit a slightly humbling one.)
I'm so tired right now, though, because my entire morning involved lifting old CRT monitors and iMacs or eMacs or whatever they are and moving them from one building to another in the basement, then driving them to 60th and dumping them off for NSIT to recycle. Wee. But hey, I got to back an old Volvo stationwagon in to the loading dock of one of the graduate residence halls, so... I can always brag about that later in life. Put it on my resume. I'm sure it's a rare skill. I'm also slowly picking up on Unix. That's only taken... three years. I think my biggest accomplishment today is that I didn't have to call my boss to ask any stupid questions, or to tell him I'd accidentally let an electronic, automatically-locking door close behind me without putting batteries in it, making it impossible to open again. That one was especially fun to try to explain to the building people, since apparently "key" in Max P means "electronic key card". Actually, it meant that to my boss the first two times I talked to him, too. Can we pass a general ban on using "key" to mean anything cardshaped? Unless it's a cardshaped key that you turn? Because that'd make my life easier. If it's a card you swipe, it's a keycard. No shortening it to key.
There's something odd that I've noticed lately... apparently I have a very vague fear of tall buildings. Nothing that totally unnerves me, or that can't be ignored most of the time, but there's something about buildings that are more than about fifteen stories that makes me uneasy enough that I actually notice it. Doesn't bother me outside. Doesn't even bother me in elevators. But the lobbies and hallways in them bother me on some really bizarre level I don't have a name for, aside from "I know there are tons of people around, but it's too quiet." But that's not the entirety of what bothers me, either. It's really strange. The other part of it probably falls back into my fear of them falling down, though. I've got this weird morbid fascination mixed with fear of the remains of buildings. Really, I think it just boils down to me being weird. Just like I only have three wisdom teeth and don't like fluffy towels.
I'm so tired right now, though, because my entire morning involved lifting old CRT monitors and iMacs or eMacs or whatever they are and moving them from one building to another in the basement, then driving them to 60th and dumping them off for NSIT to recycle. Wee. But hey, I got to back an old Volvo stationwagon in to the loading dock of one of the graduate residence halls, so... I can always brag about that later in life. Put it on my resume. I'm sure it's a rare skill. I'm also slowly picking up on Unix. That's only taken... three years. I think my biggest accomplishment today is that I didn't have to call my boss to ask any stupid questions, or to tell him I'd accidentally let an electronic, automatically-locking door close behind me without putting batteries in it, making it impossible to open again. That one was especially fun to try to explain to the building people, since apparently "key" in Max P means "electronic key card". Actually, it meant that to my boss the first two times I talked to him, too. Can we pass a general ban on using "key" to mean anything cardshaped? Unless it's a cardshaped key that you turn? Because that'd make my life easier. If it's a card you swipe, it's a keycard. No shortening it to key.
There's something odd that I've noticed lately... apparently I have a very vague fear of tall buildings. Nothing that totally unnerves me, or that can't be ignored most of the time, but there's something about buildings that are more than about fifteen stories that makes me uneasy enough that I actually notice it. Doesn't bother me outside. Doesn't even bother me in elevators. But the lobbies and hallways in them bother me on some really bizarre level I don't have a name for, aside from "I know there are tons of people around, but it's too quiet." But that's not the entirety of what bothers me, either. It's really strange. The other part of it probably falls back into my fear of them falling down, though. I've got this weird morbid fascination mixed with fear of the remains of buildings. Really, I think it just boils down to me being weird. Just like I only have three wisdom teeth and don't like fluffy towels.
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The bathroom closest to the room I lived in my first semester of junior year had four showers, and two of them had their hot and cold knobs switched. That was an interesting first couple of weeks. God knows how I managed to figure all their idiosyncrasies out, but I seem to remember it happened before too long. One of the switched ones was my favorite and everything.
I got nothing on the key cards. Perhaps a sympathy pat. And general agreement. And that it would be kind of amusing to have card-shaped keys that have to be turned in a lock, like technology was coming full-circle or something.
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I had a really weird shower my second year that involved turning the knob all the way around once to get hot water. I've got no idea how we figured that one out... and now I'm wondering why it didn't occur to me that this is Shoreland, and it's only open for another year, so of course things are going to be broken in weird ways. (-; I'm so spoiled by having my own bathroom, though. I think I'd expect weird problems like this more in a public one.
I think if I ever become an architect or something, I'll find a way to work those and mandate them in my buildings.