Tuesday: The Wind in the Willows

So, I’d mentioned yesterday (Monday) that there was less than ideal weather when HMQ showed up. Well, the weather got even worse last night. Howling winds continued all night, and it was a crap-tastic night in general. However, I was lucky. A couple clicks over, there was an even more surprising event happening. As some people sent me worried messages, I’m fine. For those who have no earthly idea what I’m speaking of, you can watch the BBC news coverage of it here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-19719008 So, while I didn’t have that to wake up to, I had a crappy wakeup nonetheless, I got up at 5:30 (don’t know why, but I did) and went to turn on the hall light, as it was black as pitch at that hour, and I didn’t want to trip over anything. Well, that didn’t happen. I tripped, and face-planted. It was spectacular. Now, in case you’re wondering just what led me to perform a nosedive on the floor, there was a wire running across the hall from the plug right beside my door going under Edi’s door. The wire was just high enough to hit my leg just above the ankle bone. Edi’d left a wire running the length of the hall so that anyone could trip if they didn’t know to look out for it. I didn’t know, so I bit it. Let me tell you, I was LIVID. I contemplated getting a knife or something to cut the cord, but decided not to; saving the knife for Edi’s throat. So, I’m pissed and sore, and it’s the butt crack of dawn. I stew on it until Edi finally gets up at 8:30 and lay into him. However, as I’m giving Edi shit, I’m in the kitchen going about prepping breakfast. Only, there’s no power in half the kitchen – the fridge and ovens are no longer working…. And then Edi goes, “yeah, that’s why I plugged my thing in the hall, I’d had it in my room but the plug caught on fire and then I lost power in my room”. So…. Edi overloaded the fuse, and instead of looking in to it, left it and set up a trip wire and left the food in the fridge to spoil. I was again going for my knives. When I asked him if he had or was going to report it to the Porters station, he said no, because he didn’t have time before class (he was already late at this point). He said he’d do it after his classes (when he’d get back at 5) and that would be fine, conveniently forgetting that we couldn’t cook or open the fridge before we got power for fear of spoiling food, etc. I pointblank told him that if I did it, I’d make sure I filed a complaint about him at the same time and he would have to restock the lost food. We opted for the second choice where I filed the reports. Incidentally, the power reconnected around 5 anyways, before the Sparky [the electrician] arrived to check. Class that day was anticlimactic by comparison; it was a lot of manic writing as I tried to keep up with the lecturer’s presentation. I don’t know how well I succeeded, but at least I wasn’t the only one having trouble keeping up. That evening, there was a lecture hosted by the department that they wanted us to attend (it was free), so I went. I cut through Seaton Park at 7, and while kinda dim to see, it wasn’t bad. I couldn’t really see why we were warned not to use it at night… but I opted to take the longer route home, there are actual streetlights on the other, longer route. The lecture was dull as dishwater. The guest speaker read his presentation, and there was no dynamic interest in the material on his part. As such, I had a hard time staying focused on a presentation on 18th Century Laird’s Summer Homes when he would only show us the outside and talk about how it was balanced or what… there was no real detail given to any property, and it was a shame, as there could have been a really interesting presentation there. I did get my hair cut today though, and it’s now less than 1/8 of an inch long; very practical, let me say… though it’s a little chilly on the back of my neck.