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First day of work at the new building. It took me 45 minutes to get to work. That's fifteen minutes longer than my usual commute, but travelling 1/10 the distance. I've decided that I don't like busing to work anymore.
Wandered around work with the other ten poor people there; we spent the day disinfecting the already disinfected equipment. I've never swabbed drawers out with antimicrobial wipes before. Yay?
So it was wet, cold, tiring, stressful; mostly because I don't deal well with change. It makes me a cranky bunny. New building looks pretty, but it's a study in beige. White walls, gray and beige carpet, sage and beige cubical walls...it's like an insane asylum for biologists. It just tired me out. So at the end of the day I find the bus stop, wait at the bus stop, walk home in the rain only to find that the FREAKING WATER IS BROKEN. Nobody in the entire apartment complex has any water tonight.
There's a muddy hole in the front yard, surrounded by cones, and the only water that trickles out of anyone's taps is the color and smell of peat moss. And I so wanted a shower tonight. ARGH!
Not only that, but there's no word from the landlord about the subject. Okay, I can understand the broken water. Pipes do break, sometimes it takes time to fix them. But honestly, you flake of a bastard landlord, if you're too lazy to leave messages on our phones, does it really take that much effort to leave a note by the mailboxes that says, "Sorry. Water's broken, check back tomorrow?" I heard someone trying to run a shower on the second floor; how the hell are we supposed to know whether the muddy sinkhole in the front yard means "fixed pipes but no groundskeeping" or "still broken pipes?" ESP? Freaking flake.
Wandered around work with the other ten poor people there; we spent the day disinfecting the already disinfected equipment. I've never swabbed drawers out with antimicrobial wipes before. Yay?
So it was wet, cold, tiring, stressful; mostly because I don't deal well with change. It makes me a cranky bunny. New building looks pretty, but it's a study in beige. White walls, gray and beige carpet, sage and beige cubical walls...it's like an insane asylum for biologists. It just tired me out. So at the end of the day I find the bus stop, wait at the bus stop, walk home in the rain only to find that the FREAKING WATER IS BROKEN. Nobody in the entire apartment complex has any water tonight.
There's a muddy hole in the front yard, surrounded by cones, and the only water that trickles out of anyone's taps is the color and smell of peat moss. And I so wanted a shower tonight. ARGH!
Not only that, but there's no word from the landlord about the subject. Okay, I can understand the broken water. Pipes do break, sometimes it takes time to fix them. But honestly, you flake of a bastard landlord, if you're too lazy to leave messages on our phones, does it really take that much effort to leave a note by the mailboxes that says, "Sorry. Water's broken, check back tomorrow?" I heard someone trying to run a shower on the second floor; how the hell are we supposed to know whether the muddy sinkhole in the front yard means "fixed pipes but no groundskeeping" or "still broken pipes?" ESP? Freaking flake.