I am Jack's impotent rage.
Jan. 12th, 2006 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityofoneWhat I did today:
1. Woke up at around 3 a.m. after having a seriously traumatizing dream involving talking pigs at a slaughterhouse. Drifted; never really made it back to sleep.
2. Got up to go to class; discovered that light in bathroom, which had sort of spazzed at around 11 o'clock the night before, was completely dead, and thus could not shower, as my little box of a bathroom was now a pitch black box.
3. Went to lecture, which was something about Dryden that I didn't really pay attention to; someone had drawn a giant cock on the screen for the overhead projector, so I took that as a sign that I should spend the hour writing porn.
4. Went to report dead light; discovered that office had closed for lunch for TWO HOURS.
5. Went to pick up package; office also closed for lunch.
6. Went to do laundry; despite assurances on Tuesday that my clearance would be fixed, was still locked out of launderette.
7. Ate bad sandwich.
8. 2 p.m.: reported broken light. Was assured that it would be fixed straightaway.
9. Picked up package; only good event of day: a CERTAIN BOOK had arrived.
10. Tried to get into laundry room again; still locked out. Hung around for about twenty minutes until someone else came by and then snuck in.
11. 5:30-ish: returned to room after waiting around the launderette for upwards of two hours to discover that light was still not fixed. Reported it AGAIN.
12. 7:42 p.m.: knock on door announced arrival of maintenance guy. He immediately began reprimanding me for not having reported the problem earlier. I explained that I had. He said that this wasn't really his job and that he might not have the right parts, reprimanded me some more, then stormed out without fixing the light.
13. To prevent self from curling up in a ball and crying, wrote this post. May still do the former.
I hate bureaucracy. I hate the fact that our launderette has a stupid electronic key system that never works when an old fashioned metal key would work just fine. I hate that instead of just letting us buy lightbulbs occasionally, the housing office insists on these idiotic industrial bulbs that we have to get other people to change--if they feel like it. I hate feeling this exhausted having done essentially NOTHING today.
I don't know why I'm telling you all of this, except that perhaps I'm secretly hoping it'll be a good way to trick some of you into writing me porn. Or at least a story like this:
And then the revolution came, and indeed, the bureaucrats were the first up against the wall. They dragged the mean maintenance man with them, kicking and screaming all the way. Elsewhere, John and Rodney had sex. The end.
See? Isn't that moving?
Oh, and now I feel bad. So here's a real, non-self-indulgent reason for this post: I uploaded a new copy of the U2 .zip from my last post, so if anyone missed it the last time around, there ought to be a few more downloads left. And I'll try to respond to comments soon; right now I need...um. Well, I need a lightbulb in my bathroom, really. But I guess I'll settle for a bit of chocolate and a cup of tea.
1. Woke up at around 3 a.m. after having a seriously traumatizing dream involving talking pigs at a slaughterhouse. Drifted; never really made it back to sleep.
2. Got up to go to class; discovered that light in bathroom, which had sort of spazzed at around 11 o'clock the night before, was completely dead, and thus could not shower, as my little box of a bathroom was now a pitch black box.
3. Went to lecture, which was something about Dryden that I didn't really pay attention to; someone had drawn a giant cock on the screen for the overhead projector, so I took that as a sign that I should spend the hour writing porn.
4. Went to report dead light; discovered that office had closed for lunch for TWO HOURS.
5. Went to pick up package; office also closed for lunch.
6. Went to do laundry; despite assurances on Tuesday that my clearance would be fixed, was still locked out of launderette.
7. Ate bad sandwich.
8. 2 p.m.: reported broken light. Was assured that it would be fixed straightaway.
9. Picked up package; only good event of day: a CERTAIN BOOK had arrived.
10. Tried to get into laundry room again; still locked out. Hung around for about twenty minutes until someone else came by and then snuck in.
11. 5:30-ish: returned to room after waiting around the launderette for upwards of two hours to discover that light was still not fixed. Reported it AGAIN.
12. 7:42 p.m.: knock on door announced arrival of maintenance guy. He immediately began reprimanding me for not having reported the problem earlier. I explained that I had. He said that this wasn't really his job and that he might not have the right parts, reprimanded me some more, then stormed out without fixing the light.
13. To prevent self from curling up in a ball and crying, wrote this post. May still do the former.
I hate bureaucracy. I hate the fact that our launderette has a stupid electronic key system that never works when an old fashioned metal key would work just fine. I hate that instead of just letting us buy lightbulbs occasionally, the housing office insists on these idiotic industrial bulbs that we have to get other people to change--if they feel like it. I hate feeling this exhausted having done essentially NOTHING today.
I don't know why I'm telling you all of this, except that perhaps I'm secretly hoping it'll be a good way to trick some of you into writing me porn. Or at least a story like this:
And then the revolution came, and indeed, the bureaucrats were the first up against the wall. They dragged the mean maintenance man with them, kicking and screaming all the way. Elsewhere, John and Rodney had sex. The end.
See? Isn't that moving?
Oh, and now I feel bad. So here's a real, non-self-indulgent reason for this post: I uploaded a new copy of the U2 .zip from my last post, so if anyone missed it the last time around, there ought to be a few more downloads left. And I'll try to respond to comments soon; right now I need...um. Well, I need a lightbulb in my bathroom, really. But I guess I'll settle for a bit of chocolate and a cup of tea.
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Maintenance Men can be hot!
Date: 2006-01-12 08:38 pm (UTC)Just as he opened his mouth to suggest letting one of the maintenance crews handle it, cause honestly Rodney should be doing something more important than changing what is essentially a lightbulb, he heard a "Ah hah!"
John stepped back to let Rodney descend, but right before the other man reached the ground, he said, "Stop."
Rodney immediate froze. "What? What's happening? What's wrong, Colonel? Oh my God, there's something on my back!"
"Relax, Rodney. Turn around. Slowly." John bracketed his arms on both side of Rodney in case the scientist took a tumble off the ladder.
Rodney looked down on John, eyes darting around looking for the danger. When no danger appeared, John could see Rodney's fear turn to confusion making it easy for John to grab the other man's collar and draw his face down.
The kiss was brief but sweet, Rodney's lips opened in surprise letting John steal a small taste before stepping back and releasing him.
"Wha--you--I," Rodney sputtered, clutching at the legs of the ladder now that John wasn't there to support him.
John grinned, seeing Rodney so befuddles was kinda cute, "Careful, McKay, next time I won't give you the height advantage."
andthentheyhadsex!
Re: Maintenance Men can be hot!
Date: 2006-01-13 05:28 pm (UTC)2. Why didn't I think of it that way? I want Rodney to come screw in my lightbulb!
*is twelve, and thus way too proud of that*
Thank you for this. It was one of the few things yesterday to make me smile.