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I'll take one in medium, please!
Mar. 10th, 2005 03:46 pmI had quite a terrible day. I woke up nearly forty minutes late and, since I budget about forty minutes to get ready for work, that wasn't a good way to start the day. I got to work and forty-five minutes later, the carpet installer shows up - he's about two hours early, and carpet installation is very disruptive. Folks *not* happy to be woken up. Then nine o'clock rolled around and the fire alarm went off. Not a *false* fire alarm. So I spent several minutes answering frantic phone calls from tenants and directed them to please exit the building. There was smoke in one of the stairwells, and a lot of it. The fire engines took forever to arrive, even though they're four blocks away. My role in the chaos was to remain outside and try to keep tenants calm - fun job! After an hour, people got restless. Bossman came out and told everyone that for the inconvenience, he'd open a tab at 7-11 and they should get coffee/whatever on him. That worked for a bit, but then another hour dragged by. People were getting more and more irritated, and then I was called back in to help compile a list of tenants who moved in between certain dates - this is officially an arson case (there have been three fires in the past three months). So I did that and people started trickling into the lobby. (Congregated, pissed off people aren't fun to deal with outside, and they're worse inside.)
Okay, so that all eventually resolved itself. The fire marshall gave the all clear after two and a quarter hours.
Then, once things started to settle, I ran to the ladies' room, where someone had not only used the last of the toilet paper without re-rolling the dispenser but they also used the last of the paper towels.
Grr.
I think that about sums it up, but it made me think. There are days that are really, really good - everything seems to go like magic. It seems to me, and I'd put more stock in this if I were a truly superstitous person, that those great days are eventually paid for later on by disaster. Why must all the good smoosh onto one day, and all the bad just the same? There should be a give and take, a natural balance all the time...I wonder why that isn't so.
Though it is true not everything was bad today. I hate sounding like a grumpy gus. It's just that the good today came in smaller forms than the bad - someone grabbed a coffee for me, the mailman gave me $2, a coworker sprang for a chocolate bar, I passed a wagon full of babies being pulled around by their daycare providers, etc.
I just want a solid week of medium days.
Okay, so that all eventually resolved itself. The fire marshall gave the all clear after two and a quarter hours.
Then, once things started to settle, I ran to the ladies' room, where someone had not only used the last of the toilet paper without re-rolling the dispenser but they also used the last of the paper towels.
Grr.
I think that about sums it up, but it made me think. There are days that are really, really good - everything seems to go like magic. It seems to me, and I'd put more stock in this if I were a truly superstitous person, that those great days are eventually paid for later on by disaster. Why must all the good smoosh onto one day, and all the bad just the same? There should be a give and take, a natural balance all the time...I wonder why that isn't so.
Though it is true not everything was bad today. I hate sounding like a grumpy gus. It's just that the good today came in smaller forms than the bad - someone grabbed a coffee for me, the mailman gave me $2, a coworker sprang for a chocolate bar, I passed a wagon full of babies being pulled around by their daycare providers, etc.
I just want a solid week of medium days.
