illegitimate lovechild

Friday, December 05, 2008

musings

Life is sort of like chess, in the sense that you lose for a long time before you start to win.

Actually, I think you choose to die for a long time before you decide to start to want to live.

Monday, December 01, 2008

Down for Maintenance: From My Bathroom to My Sanity

The bathroom on my floor is currently down for maintenance.

This seems to be a weekly occurrence at the very least, and if one were to calculate the number of times that I use the bathroom, whether it be for cleansing or processing, per the number of times that the bathroom is available when I want to use it, I would bet that the number would be below 90%.

That's correct, the statistic spawned by my annoyance says that my bathroom is only reliable nine times out of the ten that I want to use it.

This is unacceptable.

The current round of maintenance started at an indeterminate time last night, and upon returning from class this morning I found it had still not been taken care of. I needed to use the bathroom, so I went up to the fourth floor, only to find that their bathroom was down for some sort of cleaning. Even in my urgent, release-oriented state of mind, I found some humor in this as I made my way down to the second floor bathroom.

Luckily, this bathroom was available, but after using the facilities I emerged to see an old man that was a touch out of place. My brain knew before my eyes bothered to look at the door and confirm it, but he was there to close the place down for maintenance.

Two things regarding maintenance that make me fume:

Is everything broken? Can we manage to subdivide the bathroom into sinks, showers, and toilets? Do they all fail at once? If one is busted, do we need to shut 'em all down?

The bathrooms on the other floors seem shittier than mine.