Shower
I have finally managed to defeat the shower in my dorm bathroom. It's somewhat unfortunate, since I only have a few weeks left to take advantage of the fact. But it is a still a grand victory for me vs. household plumbing everywhere.
The problem was this: During my usual shower time of 2:00 PM, there was an unusually low water pressure level. I am assuming, based on my highly extensive background in thermodynamic fluids and home construction (this is sarcasm), that the hot-water heater needed time to boost back up to full power again, in order to heat the large amount of water that I was suddenly calling for out of the blue; thus this issue may not exist for those bizarre conformists who shower at the same time in the morning. Anyhow, the end result would be that I would start up the shower, move the shower head so that it was facing as high as possible, and then proceed to watch the water fall straight down in a weak half stream. I would generally spend the next few minutes trying to position myself underneath the head as I cleaned, while holding down expletives that were rising in the back of my mind. This was how I started several key days of the week.
But now, those days are over. It was all due to a surprise experiment last Thursday that the answer finally became apparent. I had turned off the shower, turned toward the door, and then stopped. I quickly turned back to the water control, and turned it on to full heat. Suddenly, the water stream that had been a weak drizzle seconds before had turned into a full torrent of raw superheated water. I was blasted with the perfect shower that I had only dreamed of before. I spend another ten minutes in the shower that morning, just letting the beautiful heat wash away the anger until I was in a state of dreamy contentedness.
It was this morning that I perfected the technique, using the fruits of my surprise discovery. I started the shower and witnessed the usual pitiful water sprinkle. I then waited thirty seconds for the heater to work, and then quickly turned the water to full heat, then completely off, and then back to full heat again. The water pressure had increased to that of a usual shower again, as I had hoped. But I wanted more again. I waited thirty seconds as I basked there, and then I performed the same rapid hand movements again... and I was awarded what I desired. The water was forceful and balmy again. I had mastered the perfect formula for the perfect shower.
Aaah. So nice. Although in a few weeks I'll be living at home again, wherein I simply walk into the shower and turn it on regularly, if I want to experience the equivalent perfect shower. Silly Brownlie hall being built in the dark ages....
The problem was this: During my usual shower time of 2:00 PM, there was an unusually low water pressure level. I am assuming, based on my highly extensive background in thermodynamic fluids and home construction (this is sarcasm), that the hot-water heater needed time to boost back up to full power again, in order to heat the large amount of water that I was suddenly calling for out of the blue; thus this issue may not exist for those bizarre conformists who shower at the same time in the morning. Anyhow, the end result would be that I would start up the shower, move the shower head so that it was facing as high as possible, and then proceed to watch the water fall straight down in a weak half stream. I would generally spend the next few minutes trying to position myself underneath the head as I cleaned, while holding down expletives that were rising in the back of my mind. This was how I started several key days of the week.
But now, those days are over. It was all due to a surprise experiment last Thursday that the answer finally became apparent. I had turned off the shower, turned toward the door, and then stopped. I quickly turned back to the water control, and turned it on to full heat. Suddenly, the water stream that had been a weak drizzle seconds before had turned into a full torrent of raw superheated water. I was blasted with the perfect shower that I had only dreamed of before. I spend another ten minutes in the shower that morning, just letting the beautiful heat wash away the anger until I was in a state of dreamy contentedness.
It was this morning that I perfected the technique, using the fruits of my surprise discovery. I started the shower and witnessed the usual pitiful water sprinkle. I then waited thirty seconds for the heater to work, and then quickly turned the water to full heat, then completely off, and then back to full heat again. The water pressure had increased to that of a usual shower again, as I had hoped. But I wanted more again. I waited thirty seconds as I basked there, and then I performed the same rapid hand movements again... and I was awarded what I desired. The water was forceful and balmy again. I had mastered the perfect formula for the perfect shower.
Aaah. So nice. Although in a few weeks I'll be living at home again, wherein I simply walk into the shower and turn it on regularly, if I want to experience the equivalent perfect shower. Silly Brownlie hall being built in the dark ages....