tempting fate
So, this time last year (i.e. the Friday afternoon of the first orientation programme) I was in hospital with a dislocated patella. I am certainly tempting bodily injury to state that I consider myself to be worthy of congratulation to have reached the same milestone this year refreshingly undislocated, and in the face of ravening parents, scatty OLs, stupid errors of my own and the discovery, this morning, that the entire run of faculty handbooks, delivery of which has been delayed for three weeks because the printers were waiting for the final section before they could print, has in fact been printed without the final section. My curriculum advisors have been giving advice without the handbooks for a day and a half, and thank heavens I'm prone to giving them handouts which digest the information. The entire undergrad office has been wandering the corridors all morning giggling weakly, on the grounds that there's not much else one can do but laugh. We'll deal with it. But heads will roll, she says darkly. They'll roll.
The house is horrible. It's a filth pit, and the garden is worse. The electricians and their merry angle-grinder crew have dismally failed to prepare us in any way for the degree of mess, and have cheerfully tramped brick-dust into mats, sprayed it across carpets and coated with a thick film a bunch of stuff in the kitchen, without it apparently occurring to them to move anything. Also, the Evil Landlord forgot about the fridge and it's sat without power for two days, which means we'll have to throw out absolutely everything in both fridge and freezer. Bleah. These things are sent to try us. On the other hand, we have a foundation, the start of a wall, several bricked-up windows, a semi-dismantled bathroom and complete new wiring. Also, jo&stv and their house are a Saviour and a Blessing, and are keeping me sane.
I'm going home now. First time before 6.30pm this entire week. Victory!
The house is horrible. It's a filth pit, and the garden is worse. The electricians and their merry angle-grinder crew have dismally failed to prepare us in any way for the degree of mess, and have cheerfully tramped brick-dust into mats, sprayed it across carpets and coated with a thick film a bunch of stuff in the kitchen, without it apparently occurring to them to move anything. Also, the Evil Landlord forgot about the fridge and it's sat without power for two days, which means we'll have to throw out absolutely everything in both fridge and freezer. Bleah. These things are sent to try us. On the other hand, we have a foundation, the start of a wall, several bricked-up windows, a semi-dismantled bathroom and complete new wiring. Also, jo&stv and their house are a Saviour and a Blessing, and are keeping me sane.
I'm going home now. First time before 6.30pm this entire week. Victory!