"It must be Thursday..."
Jan. 6th, 2005 12:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dennyWent to work on Tuesday, and was so unenthralled with the process that I asked if I could work from home for the rest of the week. I gave my aching leg plus cold mornings as justification, which is at least partially true. I'm also ill, and in a foul mood, the latter being my main reason for wanting to stay indoors and have nothing to do with anyone until I'm feeling a touch more well-adjusted.
To aid me in regaining my warm and fluffy feelings towards the world in general, here's how this morning went:
06:30 : woken by nightmare.
08:00 : back to sleep.
08:15 : awake again. No reason, very tired, but awake anyway.
08:45 : concede defeat, get up.
09:00 : email work to let them know I'm not only conscious, but logged in and working at this unprecedented hour.
09:15 : distracted by loud noises in road outside. It appears to be rubbish collection day (usually Friday).
09:16 : carry bin bags to end of path, place over fence. Turn around in time to see front door fall closed and latch with a gentle yet surprisingly well-carrying 'click'. Key is indoors - in back of door in fact, from unlocking it to take out bin bags.
09:25 : concede that it's not possible to break into my flat with the resources available (a few twigs from a small bush near the front door, and my skinny arms). The letterbox is really very small, and the door handle/lock system unusually well designed.
09:26 : start walking to work (in one of my rare but useful bursts of excessive sanity, I stashed a spare key in the office during my first week in London).
09:28 : realise that I'm going to be very cold by the time I get to work, clad as I am in jeans and a t-shirt.
10:00 : arrive at work. Garble probably non-helpful 'explanation' of my presence, mostly a running string of curses aimed at fate in general and the weather in particular, whilst rooting around on my desk for key.
10:02 : find key.
10:03 : lift back to flat offered by helpful colleague who understood basic gist of stream of consciousness ranting.
10:10 : key doesn't appear to fit the door. Resigned to fate now, I don't even curse. Manage to flag down departing colleague and start searching boot of (her dad's) car for 'useful things' which may aid my housebreaking career.
10:12 : find bungee cord. Mood lifts considerably.
10:16 : enter house. Remove bungee cord from sturdy twig which it had ended up tied to in elaborate Heath Robinson housebreaking tool stylee. Give bungee cord back to colleague.
10:17 : remove key from inside of door. Discover that spare key from work now operates door lock. Apparently you can't put a key in one side of the lock while there is a key in the other side.
10:18 : briefly ponder whether this is in fact a design feature and Good Thing, or a technical flaw in the design, but find it difficult to reason from a detached point of view.
10:20 : resume work.
PS: you're allowed to laugh.
To aid me in regaining my warm and fluffy feelings towards the world in general, here's how this morning went:
06:30 : woken by nightmare.
08:00 : back to sleep.
08:15 : awake again. No reason, very tired, but awake anyway.
08:45 : concede defeat, get up.
09:00 : email work to let them know I'm not only conscious, but logged in and working at this unprecedented hour.
09:15 : distracted by loud noises in road outside. It appears to be rubbish collection day (usually Friday).
09:16 : carry bin bags to end of path, place over fence. Turn around in time to see front door fall closed and latch with a gentle yet surprisingly well-carrying 'click'. Key is indoors - in back of door in fact, from unlocking it to take out bin bags.
09:25 : concede that it's not possible to break into my flat with the resources available (a few twigs from a small bush near the front door, and my skinny arms). The letterbox is really very small, and the door handle/lock system unusually well designed.
09:26 : start walking to work (in one of my rare but useful bursts of excessive sanity, I stashed a spare key in the office during my first week in London).
09:28 : realise that I'm going to be very cold by the time I get to work, clad as I am in jeans and a t-shirt.
10:00 : arrive at work. Garble probably non-helpful 'explanation' of my presence, mostly a running string of curses aimed at fate in general and the weather in particular, whilst rooting around on my desk for key.
10:02 : find key.
10:03 : lift back to flat offered by helpful colleague who understood basic gist of stream of consciousness ranting.
10:10 : key doesn't appear to fit the door. Resigned to fate now, I don't even curse. Manage to flag down departing colleague and start searching boot of (her dad's) car for 'useful things' which may aid my housebreaking career.
10:12 : find bungee cord. Mood lifts considerably.
10:16 : enter house. Remove bungee cord from sturdy twig which it had ended up tied to in elaborate Heath Robinson housebreaking tool stylee. Give bungee cord back to colleague.
10:17 : remove key from inside of door. Discover that spare key from work now operates door lock. Apparently you can't put a key in one side of the lock while there is a key in the other side.
10:18 : briefly ponder whether this is in fact a design feature and Good Thing, or a technical flaw in the design, but find it difficult to reason from a detached point of view.
10:20 : resume work.
PS: you're allowed to laugh.
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Date: 2005-01-06 12:41 pm (UTC)Take care of yourself sweetheart. Sorry the world isn't looking terribly fluffy at the moment.
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Date: 2005-01-06 12:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-06 01:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-01-06 08:20 pm (UTC)Nope, can't put two keys in one lock, well not on descent ones anyways, so maybe not today, but in future that may be seen as a plus.
Most impressed with your house breaking skills using only a twig and a bungee cord, ....I wonder if you would come work for me ? I have a very extensive toolkit, far beyond the twig and bungee cord, and know the whereabouts of several works of art...I figure if you can break into a gaff with twig and bungee cord, then with a decent tool kit anything is possible...:)
Hope you feel better again soon.
heh
Date: 2005-01-07 10:31 am (UTC)