Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Some days it doesn't pay to work

Down the hall is an air filtration machine, so loud, even with headphones on, I could hear it. So the door is closed. They've ripped up all our sidewalks and replaced them with gravel surrounded by those orange mesh fences. FSM forbid you want to wear heels. The stairwell smells like varnish (thus the air filtration system). Just now, I went to get tea and found a plumber with the entire sink torn apart. He says it will be a day or two. So I trekked across campus with a colleague to purchase tea from the campus cafe. Now I have stacks of applications to read through. I'm on two search committees, one of which I chair. Ugh.