Murphy's Law
Here's the situation: You know some people are supposed to come and check your ventilation unit. This is on Wednesday. You wait around all day, only going out for some quick errands and your judo bbq in the evening. You wonder if somehow the guys came while you were out, but there's really no way of knowing. Then, as you leave to bike the almost 10k to the bbq, you see a worker hanging up a notice that says some rooms will be done on Tursday. Great, more uncertainty.
You get back from the barbecue at 0330 hours, drunk as anything and would give your left pinky for a good night's sleep to sleep off all the beer you consumed. But no, you have to be at least sort of awake when the workers come and not in your bed, still drunk and/or mightily hung over. So you get up at bloody 0900 hours and are afraid to get in the shower because what if they show up while you're in there, or worse, puttering around naked in plain sight drying off and getting dressed. You settle for wearing last night's pants and a fresh shirt and throwing some water on your face to get to some semblance of wakefulness.
You spend the day just lounging around, playing some guitar, drinking lots and lots of water and generally trying to get your blood alcohol level below the limit when finally, at about 1330 hours, you can't take it anymore and decide to jump in the shower anyway.
This is where the aforementioned Law kicks in: JUST as you've dried off and are hurrying into your underwear, a knock sounds at the door. It's the worker, coming to check your vent (which, you find out, he installed himself just a few weeks previously). You quickly ask for five minutes and, in the mean time, break your personal record at getting dressed.
The door opens (after about a minute) just as you're doing up your belt, your hair is still wet, your towels are on the bed where you'd haphazardly thrown them literally seconds ago... AND THE GUY HAS THE GALL TO WISH YOU A GOOD MORNING.
One: it's already well into the afternoon. Two: you have not had a good morning, because most (if not all of it) should have been spent asleep. Naked. In bed. Where it's warm. And cozy. And soft. Not in front of your laptop, anxiously awaiting this guy to finally show up.
Within five minutes, he's gone and you're left to your peace and quiet. Yay for my life...
You get back from the barbecue at 0330 hours, drunk as anything and would give your left pinky for a good night's sleep to sleep off all the beer you consumed. But no, you have to be at least sort of awake when the workers come and not in your bed, still drunk and/or mightily hung over. So you get up at bloody 0900 hours and are afraid to get in the shower because what if they show up while you're in there, or worse, puttering around naked in plain sight drying off and getting dressed. You settle for wearing last night's pants and a fresh shirt and throwing some water on your face to get to some semblance of wakefulness.
You spend the day just lounging around, playing some guitar, drinking lots and lots of water and generally trying to get your blood alcohol level below the limit when finally, at about 1330 hours, you can't take it anymore and decide to jump in the shower anyway.
This is where the aforementioned Law kicks in: JUST as you've dried off and are hurrying into your underwear, a knock sounds at the door. It's the worker, coming to check your vent (which, you find out, he installed himself just a few weeks previously). You quickly ask for five minutes and, in the mean time, break your personal record at getting dressed.
The door opens (after about a minute) just as you're doing up your belt, your hair is still wet, your towels are on the bed where you'd haphazardly thrown them literally seconds ago... AND THE GUY HAS THE GALL TO WISH YOU A GOOD MORNING.
One: it's already well into the afternoon. Two: you have not had a good morning, because most (if not all of it) should have been spent asleep. Naked. In bed. Where it's warm. And cozy. And soft. Not in front of your laptop, anxiously awaiting this guy to finally show up.
Within five minutes, he's gone and you're left to your peace and quiet. Yay for my life...