Can I PLEASE slow down now?
Apr. 1st, 2005 07:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesToday is why they need to invent a transporter, or a pop-you're-elsewhere cloak, or something like that.
This morning I got a large enough chunk of editing done to make my advisor happy when she happened to come in and see me doing it. (She doesn't usually come in on Fridays, which is why I usually use Fridays to do things on her computer.) After that, I met one of my project management groupmates, who happened to be taking her cat to the vet today - in Ravenna. So I didn't have to take the bus after all.
Took the written driving test, passed it, walked back to the vet's office and got a call from my ride a minute and a half before I arrived there, saying she was done with the appointment. Got a ride back to Satterfield, got up to the lab door and couldn't find my ID to get in. (This is going to be important later.) Got let in anyway, made a copy of a file that will at least get me started on the scope document, came home again.
This morning I realized that if I didn't do laundry in the next two days, I was going to be down to the emergency backup underwear on Sunday (and I hate the emergency backup underwear). Since we have a project management meeting on Saturday afternoon, and those meetings tend to be at least two hours long apiece, laundry was going to have to be today. Before I assembled the laundry, I went to get the mail, and found a check I had been waiting for. The Plan, therefore, was to go to the laundromat, start the laundry, go to the bank, get back in time to put the laundry in the dryer, and life would be splendid. Except it wasn't.
Here's how it went: I very carefully remembered the check, the card with the account number (which I can never remember in its entirety), and a pen. Put the laundry together, put check, card and pen in my pocket, went off to the laundromat, started the laundry, endorsed the check and went tearing off down to the bank. Or I would have, except that two doors down from the laundromat I remembered that my student ID, which I couldn't find, is the only ATM card I've got. Followed a debate about whether it was really worth it to walk fifteen minutes home, hopefully find the card in the first place I looked for it, walk fifteen minutes back to the laundromat, another ten minutes down to the bank, deposit the check and walk ten minutes back to the laundromat to fold the laundry and take it home. The answer, of course, was Are you crazy? So I stayed in the laundromat, babysat the laundry and realized in the course of thinking about nothing in particular that I didn't have anything in the house I could make for dinner.
Came home with the laundry, found my ID card in the second place I looked for it, and went off to the ATM on campus, which is about a 15-minute walk from home if I'm in a hurry (and I was). Deposited the check, came home again, took the laundry out of the cart, and took self and cart off to the grocery store.
If I had had a car, three and a half hours of errands would probably have taken me two hours max. Laundry takes an hour and a half just to wash and dry, without folding and all the various getting things in and out of various machines. As it is, I accomplished the whole of today on a bowl of Cheerios and a candy bar I got from the vending machine between lab and laundry. I'm starving, and exhausted, and my shoulders hurt, and I'm going to go eat something and not think about project management for a couple of hours.
At least I am now an Ohio-certified menace to road navigation, and I've got groceries and clean laundry and most of the editing is done. Productive, but dead tired.
This morning I got a large enough chunk of editing done to make my advisor happy when she happened to come in and see me doing it. (She doesn't usually come in on Fridays, which is why I usually use Fridays to do things on her computer.) After that, I met one of my project management groupmates, who happened to be taking her cat to the vet today - in Ravenna. So I didn't have to take the bus after all.
Took the written driving test, passed it, walked back to the vet's office and got a call from my ride a minute and a half before I arrived there, saying she was done with the appointment. Got a ride back to Satterfield, got up to the lab door and couldn't find my ID to get in. (This is going to be important later.) Got let in anyway, made a copy of a file that will at least get me started on the scope document, came home again.
This morning I realized that if I didn't do laundry in the next two days, I was going to be down to the emergency backup underwear on Sunday (and I hate the emergency backup underwear). Since we have a project management meeting on Saturday afternoon, and those meetings tend to be at least two hours long apiece, laundry was going to have to be today. Before I assembled the laundry, I went to get the mail, and found a check I had been waiting for. The Plan, therefore, was to go to the laundromat, start the laundry, go to the bank, get back in time to put the laundry in the dryer, and life would be splendid. Except it wasn't.
Here's how it went: I very carefully remembered the check, the card with the account number (which I can never remember in its entirety), and a pen. Put the laundry together, put check, card and pen in my pocket, went off to the laundromat, started the laundry, endorsed the check and went tearing off down to the bank. Or I would have, except that two doors down from the laundromat I remembered that my student ID, which I couldn't find, is the only ATM card I've got. Followed a debate about whether it was really worth it to walk fifteen minutes home, hopefully find the card in the first place I looked for it, walk fifteen minutes back to the laundromat, another ten minutes down to the bank, deposit the check and walk ten minutes back to the laundromat to fold the laundry and take it home. The answer, of course, was Are you crazy? So I stayed in the laundromat, babysat the laundry and realized in the course of thinking about nothing in particular that I didn't have anything in the house I could make for dinner.
Came home with the laundry, found my ID card in the second place I looked for it, and went off to the ATM on campus, which is about a 15-minute walk from home if I'm in a hurry (and I was). Deposited the check, came home again, took the laundry out of the cart, and took self and cart off to the grocery store.
If I had had a car, three and a half hours of errands would probably have taken me two hours max. Laundry takes an hour and a half just to wash and dry, without folding and all the various getting things in and out of various machines. As it is, I accomplished the whole of today on a bowl of Cheerios and a candy bar I got from the vending machine between lab and laundry. I'm starving, and exhausted, and my shoulders hurt, and I'm going to go eat something and not think about project management for a couple of hours.
At least I am now an Ohio-certified menace to road navigation, and I've got groceries and clean laundry and most of the editing is done. Productive, but dead tired.
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Date: 2005-04-02 07:36 pm (UTC)