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Jul. 19th, 2012 12:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesLast night was the first night in at least a week that I didn't go to bed dreading the possibility of sweating through the sheets again. (I absolutely HATE that.) And in case I hadn't noticed the weather change, I woke up this morning with Lily curled up next to the pillows. She's like one of those springs in a thermostat; if she's being as long as possible, it's hot. If she curls up, it's less hot. That doesn't mean she isn't still shedding like crazy, of course.
The Gordon Hall Window Restoration Project has finally come to the second floor, with the result that all the windows are wrapped in opaque plastic. If I want to know whether it's raining or not, I have to go up to the third floor atrium and look at the skylight. This was more important yesterday, but it still bugs me when there are windows all over and I can't see out of any of them. This building has five floors, and I can't tell whether they started at the bottom and are going up, or whether they started at the top and are going down. I think if it were me, I'd start at the top and go down, because then you can dismantle the scaffolding on the way down. But that's me.
Two weeks ago I said I was going to walk home from work at least three times a week. Which I did, and then it got tropical out and I didn't feel like arriving home and collapsing into a puddle of goo for the rest of the night. Yesterday I decided that walking home in a thunderstorm might not be the best idea ever. Today I'm giving blood, and I learned my lesson about strenuous activity after giving blood when I was in college. (Thou shalt not give blood and then run up three flights of stairs because giving blood hath made thee late for class.) So I guess I'll have to start over with the walking home next week. Why don't good intentions ever count for anything?
I think my working life might be a little easier if people could see my calendar and what happens to it. Theoretically, I have 45 minutes once a week to discuss annual appointments with the Dean. The 45 minutes will get shrunk down to half an hour, and that half hour will start at least ten minutes late but must end on time. So, given a 45-minute meeting on the calendar, it will be, if I'm lucky, 20 minutes. That is if it doesn't get canceled, or rescheduled four times in the same week so we both forget when it is, or interrupted by a phone call. So, when people email me wanting to know why the annual appointment paperwork they submitted two weeks ago hasn't been approved yet, that's why. Another one for the "if I ran the universe" list, I guess.
The Gordon Hall Window Restoration Project has finally come to the second floor, with the result that all the windows are wrapped in opaque plastic. If I want to know whether it's raining or not, I have to go up to the third floor atrium and look at the skylight. This was more important yesterday, but it still bugs me when there are windows all over and I can't see out of any of them. This building has five floors, and I can't tell whether they started at the bottom and are going up, or whether they started at the top and are going down. I think if it were me, I'd start at the top and go down, because then you can dismantle the scaffolding on the way down. But that's me.
Two weeks ago I said I was going to walk home from work at least three times a week. Which I did, and then it got tropical out and I didn't feel like arriving home and collapsing into a puddle of goo for the rest of the night. Yesterday I decided that walking home in a thunderstorm might not be the best idea ever. Today I'm giving blood, and I learned my lesson about strenuous activity after giving blood when I was in college. (Thou shalt not give blood and then run up three flights of stairs because giving blood hath made thee late for class.) So I guess I'll have to start over with the walking home next week. Why don't good intentions ever count for anything?
I think my working life might be a little easier if people could see my calendar and what happens to it. Theoretically, I have 45 minutes once a week to discuss annual appointments with the Dean. The 45 minutes will get shrunk down to half an hour, and that half hour will start at least ten minutes late but must end on time. So, given a 45-minute meeting on the calendar, it will be, if I'm lucky, 20 minutes. That is if it doesn't get canceled, or rescheduled four times in the same week so we both forget when it is, or interrupted by a phone call. So, when people email me wanting to know why the annual appointment paperwork they submitted two weeks ago hasn't been approved yet, that's why. Another one for the "if I ran the universe" list, I guess.
