Freezing @ MindSay 
cold
Etiquette ?
I was sleeping last night, when I heard a knocking on my bedroom door just after 2am. I sat up and said, "come in", which MIGHT be foolish 'cause I couldn't see who it was, but I justified it by saying, "the killer never knocks; roommates do". I figured it was Aaron telling me our toilet was re-broken, but even that was a little sketch because he's literate and could leave a note on it to say 'hey, don't use me, I SUCK'.
It was Ann, the woman who lives in one of the rooms upstairs. Ann and I have been the 2 complaining most about being cold; the boys have mentioned it infrequently, but Carman especially seems the most apathetic to our plight. To be fair, I'm ALWAYS cold, so even I don't hold my complaints of being chilly with a lot of merit, because I say it when it's 89 degrees out and I'm running around.
So Ann comes in, and I turn on the light to make sure she's okay, like not sick and needing me to drive her to the hospital or anything. No, no: she's coming in because she's complaining about the heat situation. She's up in her room 'curled up in a little ball' and it's too cold, she's really upset, etc. And I'M really upset it says '68' on the wall thing but it's probably only 50 because it's clearly not working, but it's also... 2am. She admitted she knew it wasn't my fault, and she knows I'm not mechanical and don't know how to fix it myself, and she 'doesn't want to fly off the roof' (which I guess is her version of 'get really pissed and overreact'), but it still seemed weird to come into my room at 2am to tell me this.
Meanwhile, I just bought a blanket/comforter that is still in its bag (wanted to save it for extra layer in winter months), so I get out of bed and get it out for her, thinking she could use an extra blanket to help her sleep for tonight when I can't fix it. "Oh, no, I'm okay under the covers, it's just... I need to be able to spend time in my room". Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa?
Am I wrong for thinking that this exchange, while not the worst thing in my life (She left at about 2:10 and I was back asleep by 2:40), was incredibly weird? And maybe...not the way to handle it? I think it's great that Ann, who is pretty shy/reserved, feels close enough to me to come to me with her problems, but at the same time... tomorrow night when I'm home from teaching is a great time. Hell, get up an hour early this morning when I'm already up. But this...just seemed excessive.
It was Ann, the woman who lives in one of the rooms upstairs. Ann and I have been the 2 complaining most about being cold; the boys have mentioned it infrequently, but Carman especially seems the most apathetic to our plight. To be fair, I'm ALWAYS cold, so even I don't hold my complaints of being chilly with a lot of merit, because I say it when it's 89 degrees out and I'm running around.
So Ann comes in, and I turn on the light to make sure she's okay, like not sick and needing me to drive her to the hospital or anything. No, no: she's coming in because she's complaining about the heat situation. She's up in her room 'curled up in a little ball' and it's too cold, she's really upset, etc. And I'M really upset it says '68' on the wall thing but it's probably only 50 because it's clearly not working, but it's also... 2am. She admitted she knew it wasn't my fault, and she knows I'm not mechanical and don't know how to fix it myself, and she 'doesn't want to fly off the roof' (which I guess is her version of 'get really pissed and overreact'), but it still seemed weird to come into my room at 2am to tell me this.
Meanwhile, I just bought a blanket/comforter that is still in its bag (wanted to save it for extra layer in winter months), so I get out of bed and get it out for her, thinking she could use an extra blanket to help her sleep for tonight when I can't fix it. "Oh, no, I'm okay under the covers, it's just... I need to be able to spend time in my room". Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa?
Am I wrong for thinking that this exchange, while not the worst thing in my life (She left at about 2:10 and I was back asleep by 2:40), was incredibly weird? And maybe...not the way to handle it? I think it's great that Ann, who is pretty shy/reserved, feels close enough to me to come to me with her problems, but at the same time... tomorrow night when I'm home from teaching is a great time. Hell, get up an hour early this morning when I'm already up. But this...just seemed excessive.
Delicious.
Today I woke up to do some work, because my progress reports are due on Monday. I only have 2 to write, but A's took me SIX PAGES, SIZE 10 FONT to accurately complete. And it would have been longer if 3 of his goals weren't things I had to write, "This goal is not currently being addressed as part of our curriculum, but will be by next semester". If I had to fill those in, It would probably be 8 pages.
Today is all about writing E's, who has less goals than A, but his are quite involved and I need a lot of specific examples. But that's not why I am writing here today.
/End boring teacher talk.
I woke up to do work, and had to promise myself chocolate to get out of bed. Not because I'm tired. Because I feel like I'm living in an icebox. I finally got up, wrapped myself in the blanket, and walked across the house to crank the heat on to just below 70, and then crawled back into bed for 20 minutes until the heater pretended to work.
Currently wearing: 2 shirts, and 2 sweatshirts, 3 pairs of socks, and a smaller blanket.
I should have known I was in for a boatload of trouble living up here when I woke up to teach my first day of school IN AUGUST and was greeted by 47-degree weather. And it's going to get colder. It sounds incredibly melodramatic, but...living up here might actually kill me. I wear pants and sweatshirts in 90-degree weather. Today is a high of 22, with strong winds. It's not even 'winter' yet.
Anyone have extra thermals they wanna loan me?
Today is all about writing E's, who has less goals than A, but his are quite involved and I need a lot of specific examples. But that's not why I am writing here today.
/End boring teacher talk.
I woke up to do work, and had to promise myself chocolate to get out of bed. Not because I'm tired. Because I feel like I'm living in an icebox. I finally got up, wrapped myself in the blanket, and walked across the house to crank the heat on to just below 70, and then crawled back into bed for 20 minutes until the heater pretended to work.
Currently wearing: 2 shirts, and 2 sweatshirts, 3 pairs of socks, and a smaller blanket.
I should have known I was in for a boatload of trouble living up here when I woke up to teach my first day of school IN AUGUST and was greeted by 47-degree weather. And it's going to get colder. It sounds incredibly melodramatic, but...living up here might actually kill me. I wear pants and sweatshirts in 90-degree weather. Today is a high of 22, with strong winds. It's not even 'winter' yet.
Anyone have extra thermals they wanna loan me?
."The wind is raping against my window. Wait... raping? That's not right."
."I really think you should rethink your resolutions," Rachel tells me at dinner.
.I needed to go to the bank, you see. I didn't think the bank was very far away. Maybe a mile. It's probably about a mile and a half, actually. But that's apparently too far to walk when it's 29 degrees outside (I can't find a degree sign to copy from Microsoft Word and this frustrates me).
.I wore my expensive new black wool coat. It always makes me feel cool when I'm wearing it. The colar pops up and reminds me of a spy who might sulk in the corner of a Moroccan bar waiting for a special package. I turned on my iPod, started up the Starlight Mints, and began walking down the sidewalk of one of the busiest streets in Oxford (there aren't too many major roads, so it's easy for it to get busy). I probably looked more like a French model whose forehead broke out so he went crazy and began walking through the snow in a random direction wearing the clothes the designer told him to try on. I say this because I feel like I looked very nice today... despite the fact that my forehead broke out a little. Unfortunately, there was no snow to add to my eccentricities. It was just very cold. The cars whizzed past and added to the strong wind.
.The bank was closed when I got there. It had been for about a half-hour. My inner-self, who does a vast number of debaucheries on a regular basis, immediately says he needs a drink. Instead, I called Rachel and asked if she would pick me up at a nearby restaurant. When I took out the earbuds for my iPod inside the restaurant, I felt like my ears might bleed. My eardrums were cold and stiff. The sound of the Starlight Mints attempted to force them to vibrate. This did not go over very well. And thus, that is why my ears were in so much pain when I removed the buds. I ordered french fries with my food. They weren't too hot, but upon touching them my hands felt scalded. The temperature difference was too great for them.
."I think you should put a limit on your giving up driving," Rachel tells me. "For instance, not walking long distances when the temperature is below 40 degrees outside." I think this is a reasonable idea in my mind, but verbally I disagree. Rachel just shakes her head at me. I get this a lot.
.I needed to go to the bank, you see. I didn't think the bank was very far away. Maybe a mile. It's probably about a mile and a half, actually. But that's apparently too far to walk when it's 29 degrees outside (I can't find a degree sign to copy from Microsoft Word and this frustrates me).
.I wore my expensive new black wool coat. It always makes me feel cool when I'm wearing it. The colar pops up and reminds me of a spy who might sulk in the corner of a Moroccan bar waiting for a special package. I turned on my iPod, started up the Starlight Mints, and began walking down the sidewalk of one of the busiest streets in Oxford (there aren't too many major roads, so it's easy for it to get busy). I probably looked more like a French model whose forehead broke out so he went crazy and began walking through the snow in a random direction wearing the clothes the designer told him to try on. I say this because I feel like I looked very nice today... despite the fact that my forehead broke out a little. Unfortunately, there was no snow to add to my eccentricities. It was just very cold. The cars whizzed past and added to the strong wind.
.The bank was closed when I got there. It had been for about a half-hour. My inner-self, who does a vast number of debaucheries on a regular basis, immediately says he needs a drink. Instead, I called Rachel and asked if she would pick me up at a nearby restaurant. When I took out the earbuds for my iPod inside the restaurant, I felt like my ears might bleed. My eardrums were cold and stiff. The sound of the Starlight Mints attempted to force them to vibrate. This did not go over very well. And thus, that is why my ears were in so much pain when I removed the buds. I ordered french fries with my food. They weren't too hot, but upon touching them my hands felt scalded. The temperature difference was too great for them.
."I think you should put a limit on your giving up driving," Rachel tells me. "For instance, not walking long distances when the temperature is below 40 degrees outside." I think this is a reasonable idea in my mind, but verbally I disagree. Rachel just shakes her head at me. I get this a lot.
It's colder than.... hell frozen over
I finally got my crown last Fri. It's a lovely thing in yellow gold. Why can't we have crowns in white gold? I look better in white metal ;) I guess I like seeing the dentist... I've found a broken filling. I don't know how old this filling is, but I think I have a bit of a cavity underneath. Bummed.
It's been so damn cold here in the So Cal area (especially the High Desert) that they've lost something like 70% of the citrus crop. Pipes are freezing all over the High Desert. Even the other office we use had a burst pipe this weekend. I guess the water was pouring out for at least 3 hrs. Right in the middle of the treatment area. The ceiling has come down in the waiting area and the treatment area. I haven't seen the damage personally, but descriptions aren't good. There are waiting lists for every plumber in the area. They must be raking in the cash right now.
I did get a better raise this year than last. Last year was $0.50/hr and this year was $1.00/hr. That makes me happy! :) Happy and surprised!
Soooo tired this week. I just want to sit and sleep most times. I haven't done anything to be so tired about.
It's been so damn cold here in the So Cal area (especially the High Desert) that they've lost something like 70% of the citrus crop. Pipes are freezing all over the High Desert. Even the other office we use had a burst pipe this weekend. I guess the water was pouring out for at least 3 hrs. Right in the middle of the treatment area. The ceiling has come down in the waiting area and the treatment area. I haven't seen the damage personally, but descriptions aren't good. There are waiting lists for every plumber in the area. They must be raking in the cash right now.
I did get a better raise this year than last. Last year was $0.50/hr and this year was $1.00/hr. That makes me happy! :) Happy and surprised!
Soooo tired this week. I just want to sit and sleep most times. I haven't done anything to be so tired about.
Freezing outside = Human popsicle
Well, seeing as I created a journal here, it may be useful if I made some sort of an entry. I signed up the other day and then didn’t have the energy to write something. What little time I spent on this site yesterday had to do with loading my photo, which is one I tweaked from the original I took of my cousin’s kitty.
Today I came to the conclusion I’m initiating a new policy as far as attending classes go. If it’s below a given temperature, let’s say mid 40’s or lower, then no classes shall take place. True its college so the choice is ultimately mine, but it’s hard to pass a class for not attending it. On the flip side it doesn’t do much go to be in class and not be able to concentrate because you’re defrosting from the human popsicle incident that occurred on the way to class. Today wouldn’t be half bad if it wasn’t so windy, but the wind loves to torture me and makes time 10 times colder then they already are. Oh, and there’s only so many layers of clothing you can put on before you can’t move anymore, and when two or three layers can’t keep you warm, it’s time to stay home.
Ah, enough of my whining. I need coffee and lots of it….Now!
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