Mayday, mayday, going down...
Man, I am so not having a good day. This morning, for some ungodly stupid reason, I tried to brush off all the crumbs my friend left all over my stovetop, right after boiling water for a cup of tea. I still can't quite get used to the fact that these ceramic glasstop stoves don't show the heating elements when you turn them off. Ssssss went the skin of the backs of my middle fingers on the left hand. Jesus, burns hurt. I know it's probably bad enough to actually go to the doctor about, but I just don't want to. Besides, it's not like I don't have a hospital's worth of surgical crap leftover from my sister's stays. It just hurts and I'm pouty and whiny. I am such a dumbass klutz it's a wonder I've lived to middle age. My clumsiness is epic.
Then tonight, because I have e-class (one Monday is in class, then the next Monday is electronic check-in and project review), I was sitting here DLing all the files the students send, and I remembered one of the students had put together a leave-behind CD portfolio of sample documents (this woman is way ahead of the game and is totally going to go far). Only I heard the most horrid sound when I put it in my Mac's drive, like something was being punched through metal. I ejected it, and the only thing I could see was that maybe the homeprinted label had covered part of the spindle hole, so I smoothed it out and put it back in. More horrid grinding noises and I couldn't get the disc to eject and it had immobilized the Mac. After shutting down I finally was able to get it out manually. I think the superdrive's wrecked. I'm scared to try it out now because it's making weird noises. If that's the case, I won't be able to burn discs for VVC. Crapola.
And it turns out the garage is leaking. Apparently when they moved a form during the concrete pour, they created a low spot, and water is coming in under the big doors and pooling there, about five feet inside. The one thing I wanted more than anything was a garage I could put things in where they wouldn't get wet and moldy and damp. I don't know how they can fix it at this stage, but oh well. I have new pics, but am too owie and grumbly to post them. I have a structure with a roof and doors, though. No interior. The fence guy came on Saturday and put up the speed-o-fence. I couldn't believe how fast it went up. I think the latch is still too high for my very short friends to open, but it's a lot more reasonable than before. It's short enough, though, that the creepy lurking people can still see into my kitchen window, sigh. I wish the staring people would go away. There's lots of construction in the whole area; part of me wants to put up a sign directing them to other things they can go stare at.
Then tonight, because I have e-class (one Monday is in class, then the next Monday is electronic check-in and project review), I was sitting here DLing all the files the students send, and I remembered one of the students had put together a leave-behind CD portfolio of sample documents (this woman is way ahead of the game and is totally going to go far). Only I heard the most horrid sound when I put it in my Mac's drive, like something was being punched through metal. I ejected it, and the only thing I could see was that maybe the homeprinted label had covered part of the spindle hole, so I smoothed it out and put it back in. More horrid grinding noises and I couldn't get the disc to eject and it had immobilized the Mac. After shutting down I finally was able to get it out manually. I think the superdrive's wrecked. I'm scared to try it out now because it's making weird noises. If that's the case, I won't be able to burn discs for VVC. Crapola.
And it turns out the garage is leaking. Apparently when they moved a form during the concrete pour, they created a low spot, and water is coming in under the big doors and pooling there, about five feet inside. The one thing I wanted more than anything was a garage I could put things in where they wouldn't get wet and moldy and damp. I don't know how they can fix it at this stage, but oh well. I have new pics, but am too owie and grumbly to post them. I have a structure with a roof and doors, though. No interior. The fence guy came on Saturday and put up the speed-o-fence. I couldn't believe how fast it went up. I think the latch is still too high for my very short friends to open, but it's a lot more reasonable than before. It's short enough, though, that the creepy lurking people can still see into my kitchen window, sigh. I wish the staring people would go away. There's lots of construction in the whole area; part of me wants to put up a sign directing them to other things they can go stare at.