TO MY SIDE, MY NOBLE EINHERJAR.
This was going to be an angry entry, but I decided to cool down a tad before actually writing.
Most important first: I got the job at UNDISCLOSED RETAIL OUTLET. Huzzah!
Doing what? I 'm not at liberty to say. I will mention, however, that I'll be working with alot of the people I went to high school with. I suppose it's sort of a mixed blessing.
So to the angry part.
There's three AC units in this house. The temperature inside got up to 94 degrees today, so my brother decided to install them. Great, you're thinking.
WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG.
There's two units upstairs now. What else is upstairs? My bedroom. And my computer. I need my computer to do a multitude of things that actually carry a slight bit of importance, like say, the various servers that the company uses.
The problem? All of the upstairs. Is on. The same. Circuit. FUCKING genius.
So anyways, as I'm falling asleep at 8pm and it's all nice. I wake up at 10pm. No fans. My room got up to about 100 degrees. What happened? BREAKER POPPED. It takes DAYS for my room to cool down. I'm beginning to think there's some kind of heating miasma that wafts in my doorway, because no amount of windtunnels pushes cold air into my room from either of the AC units. I'm now fucking furious, because I know for a fact that they're going to insist on running the fuckers 24/7.
So I guess I can't do any work stuff and a whole bunch of our servers are going to be down til further notice. Note that the only room in the house that locks, aside from the bathroom is my bedroom.
Delicious.
Most important first: I got the job at UNDISCLOSED RETAIL OUTLET. Huzzah!
Doing what? I 'm not at liberty to say. I will mention, however, that I'll be working with alot of the people I went to high school with. I suppose it's sort of a mixed blessing.
So to the angry part.
There's three AC units in this house. The temperature inside got up to 94 degrees today, so my brother decided to install them. Great, you're thinking.
WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG.
There's two units upstairs now. What else is upstairs? My bedroom. And my computer. I need my computer to do a multitude of things that actually carry a slight bit of importance, like say, the various servers that the company uses.
The problem? All of the upstairs. Is on. The same. Circuit. FUCKING genius.
So anyways, as I'm falling asleep at 8pm and it's all nice. I wake up at 10pm. No fans. My room got up to about 100 degrees. What happened? BREAKER POPPED. It takes DAYS for my room to cool down. I'm beginning to think there's some kind of heating miasma that wafts in my doorway, because no amount of windtunnels pushes cold air into my room from either of the AC units. I'm now fucking furious, because I know for a fact that they're going to insist on running the fuckers 24/7.
So I guess I can't do any work stuff and a whole bunch of our servers are going to be down til further notice. Note that the only room in the house that locks, aside from the bathroom is my bedroom.
Delicious.