Infinite boredom is infinite
Mar. 14th, 2012 12:26 pmThe most exciting moment so far at work was when I bet against myself whether all the water left in the bottle was going to fit into the glass or not.
I won.
In the sense that there wasn't any mopping-up to be done.
Going to have lunch at 1 with lovely Greek and Slovenian colleagues.
Leaving for Vienna tomorrow -- as usual I'm not exactly looking forward to the trip, but it'll be mercifully short. Back on Monday. At least the weather promises to be very nice and spring-like, but the forecast is the same for Skopje, so that's not really an incentive. The prospect of clothes-, shoe- and sports-outfit-shopping is rather enticing, though. As is meeting a few friends.
Right now, though, I'm bored out of my skull.
Add to that the fact that I can't switch on the lights in my office.
Why, you are probably wondering, can't she switch on the lights?
Heh.
Our heating system being what it is, a pipe broke yesterday on the first floor, and the water gathered on a spot on the floor exactly above one of my light fixtures and filtered through the ceiling and into the bowl-shaped shade from where it dripped onto my floor in a steady, maddening rhythm. Dripping has stopped by now, but since all the lights in the room are operated by a single switch, and I'm somewhat reluctant to short-circuit part of the building, I have to refrain from using the switch.
(No that the temptation isn't almost too much, at times...)
I won.
In the sense that there wasn't any mopping-up to be done.
Going to have lunch at 1 with lovely Greek and Slovenian colleagues.
Leaving for Vienna tomorrow -- as usual I'm not exactly looking forward to the trip, but it'll be mercifully short. Back on Monday. At least the weather promises to be very nice and spring-like, but the forecast is the same for Skopje, so that's not really an incentive. The prospect of clothes-, shoe- and sports-outfit-shopping is rather enticing, though. As is meeting a few friends.
Right now, though, I'm bored out of my skull.
Add to that the fact that I can't switch on the lights in my office.
Why, you are probably wondering, can't she switch on the lights?
Heh.
Our heating system being what it is, a pipe broke yesterday on the first floor, and the water gathered on a spot on the floor exactly above one of my light fixtures and filtered through the ceiling and into the bowl-shaped shade from where it dripped onto my floor in a steady, maddening rhythm. Dripping has stopped by now, but since all the lights in the room are operated by a single switch, and I'm somewhat reluctant to short-circuit part of the building, I have to refrain from using the switch.
(No that the temptation isn't almost too much, at times...)