Call me Luke
Lukewarm water, that is. Note on the door last night seems to have been right. Water heater one or two is broken, the part can't be replaced until late Friday, and the water will not be bath-ready until then. Let's hear a warm welcome for the face basin. Since it is, after all, a semi-vacation, I don't plan to take a full on shower until the water is warm again. I'll sponge bath morning and night (as I have), and wash my hair in the sink.
I am strangely not upset about all this. Know why? The very same day the water heater died, they put a note on my door explaining a) what had happened, b) what was being done about it, c) when that would be done, and d) what to expect in the meantime. This is communication, folks. Previous lack of this is what drove me up the wall when we were utterly without water for a weekend, when water vanished during seemingly random afternoons, and when hot water was nonexistent periodically. If this kind of stuff keeps up, I may end up staying here. I mean, they actually took initiative to contact the people living here. We'll see how the rest of the spring goes.
Some good news and some bad news. Bad first: I've heard back from two of my schools and they're not interested. One for funding's sake, and one [harshness!] for other reasons. Good second: The third school is happy to take me on, with a nice chunk of change attatched. Fourth hasn't gotten back to me. Fifth was never applied to. Etc.
Blanket is going well. Cleaning is going well. Grading is ... ugh. I wonder who is teaching these kids? Oh wait, we are. What happened between the CI's mouth and the kids' ears? The air must be filled with waves of lazy particles, so that the wisdom of instructors is being dispersed without effect. I mean seriously. Some of the stuff I'm reading is just not done well at all. I think I've referred all but one kid to the UWC for much needed help. (sorry KM)
Oh, and the fruit flies are back. I don't know where from this time. No fruit out. No food out. No scraps of potato peelings in the sink, no nothing. I think they've become self-sustaining. But no matter. I rigged a trap for them with some orange juice in a soy sauce bottle. Hopefully they'll be too dumb to climb out the tiny opening. If not, I fear for my kitchen.
And I'm off.
Love and Peace.
I am strangely not upset about all this. Know why? The very same day the water heater died, they put a note on my door explaining a) what had happened, b) what was being done about it, c) when that would be done, and d) what to expect in the meantime. This is communication, folks. Previous lack of this is what drove me up the wall when we were utterly without water for a weekend, when water vanished during seemingly random afternoons, and when hot water was nonexistent periodically. If this kind of stuff keeps up, I may end up staying here. I mean, they actually took initiative to contact the people living here. We'll see how the rest of the spring goes.
Some good news and some bad news. Bad first: I've heard back from two of my schools and they're not interested. One for funding's sake, and one [harshness!] for other reasons. Good second: The third school is happy to take me on, with a nice chunk of change attatched. Fourth hasn't gotten back to me. Fifth was never applied to. Etc.
Blanket is going well. Cleaning is going well. Grading is ... ugh. I wonder who is teaching these kids? Oh wait, we are. What happened between the CI's mouth and the kids' ears? The air must be filled with waves of lazy particles, so that the wisdom of instructors is being dispersed without effect. I mean seriously. Some of the stuff I'm reading is just not done well at all. I think I've referred all but one kid to the UWC for much needed help. (sorry KM)
Oh, and the fruit flies are back. I don't know where from this time. No fruit out. No food out. No scraps of potato peelings in the sink, no nothing. I think they've become self-sustaining. But no matter. I rigged a trap for them with some orange juice in a soy sauce bottle. Hopefully they'll be too dumb to climb out the tiny opening. If not, I fear for my kitchen.
And I'm off.
Love and Peace.
posted by Rehkmira @ 21:46
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