No My Child, This Is Not My Desire
For the last week there has been a notice in the elevator in my building saying that the power was going to be turned off on sunday. Yesterday I woke up and even though I knew there was no power I kept trying to do things that require electricity. Or I'd just be surprised when things didn't work. Like I opened my fridge and the light wasn't on and I was like, "Oh yeah. Fuck. The power's out." Then I went to have a shower but there is no window in my bathroom so I had to shower in the dark. Afterwards I went over to my mirror and tried to blowdry my hair and it didn't work obviously. That last part comes back later.
Then went I left my apartment the hallway didn't even have any back-up lighting or anything and obviously the elevator wasn't working and there are no windows in the hallways so I had to walk my bike to the stairs in pitch black and blindly feel my way down the narrow staircase while carrying my bike and it was pretty inconvenient.
When I got to work they gave me this sheet of paper with like 50 rooms on it 8 of which were highlighted and they told me I was ",moving the furniture away from the walls in these rooms so the cleaners can do the edges." And with that information I was on my way. I assumed, I thought naturally, that I was doing the highlighted rooms. Little did I know that the highlights were completely redundant and I actually had to do all 50 rooms.
So I went to the rooms and, thinking I only had 8 to do, started doing a very thorough job of moving everything into the middle of the room until the beds, the coffee tables, the nightstands, the lamps, the tv, and the minibar were in a neat little stack in the middle of the room. It took between 15 and 20 minutes to do.
About an hour into it my manager called and asked if I was done because the dudes were here to clean. Only then did she explain that all I had to do was move the bed and the nightstand about 5 inches away from the wall. Which would have only taken like a minute for each room. She wasn't pissed that I wasted so much time or anything but it did make my job a lot harder.
Then another guy got pink eye in the middle of his shift and had to go home so I stayed an extra 4 hours to make up for him. 12 hour work days lick sweaty sack.
When I got home I opened the door and there was this, "whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir..." noise. For a second I was confused but then immediately knew what happened. The power had turned on while I was at work, and since I tried to use my blowdryer it was set to 'on'. So it was laying on my carpet, blowing hot air at a box of receipts about 2 inches away for almost 12 hours. I am SOOOOOOOOoooOOOO lucky I didn't burn the building down.
Then Jere called and asked if I wanted to go swimming. I did. So we went to Oak Bay Rec for a while.
If I was on death row and given one last meal I would ask for a fortune cookie. "Come on 'long prosperous life!'"
- Andrew
Then went I left my apartment the hallway didn't even have any back-up lighting or anything and obviously the elevator wasn't working and there are no windows in the hallways so I had to walk my bike to the stairs in pitch black and blindly feel my way down the narrow staircase while carrying my bike and it was pretty inconvenient.
When I got to work they gave me this sheet of paper with like 50 rooms on it 8 of which were highlighted and they told me I was ",moving the furniture away from the walls in these rooms so the cleaners can do the edges." And with that information I was on my way. I assumed, I thought naturally, that I was doing the highlighted rooms. Little did I know that the highlights were completely redundant and I actually had to do all 50 rooms.
So I went to the rooms and, thinking I only had 8 to do, started doing a very thorough job of moving everything into the middle of the room until the beds, the coffee tables, the nightstands, the lamps, the tv, and the minibar were in a neat little stack in the middle of the room. It took between 15 and 20 minutes to do.
About an hour into it my manager called and asked if I was done because the dudes were here to clean. Only then did she explain that all I had to do was move the bed and the nightstand about 5 inches away from the wall. Which would have only taken like a minute for each room. She wasn't pissed that I wasted so much time or anything but it did make my job a lot harder.
Then another guy got pink eye in the middle of his shift and had to go home so I stayed an extra 4 hours to make up for him. 12 hour work days lick sweaty sack.
When I got home I opened the door and there was this, "whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir..." noise. For a second I was confused but then immediately knew what happened. The power had turned on while I was at work, and since I tried to use my blowdryer it was set to 'on'. So it was laying on my carpet, blowing hot air at a box of receipts about 2 inches away for almost 12 hours. I am SOOOOOOOOoooOOOO lucky I didn't burn the building down.
Then Jere called and asked if I wanted to go swimming. I did. So we went to Oak Bay Rec for a while.
If I was on death row and given one last meal I would ask for a fortune cookie. "Come on 'long prosperous life!'"
- Andrew