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I'm kinda loopy and exhausted today, mostly because of the Staircase Incident in work today. I've been moved to the sister site this week, new people and new place and new rules, and I'm always a little stupid for the first couple of days. So this morning, I got handed a sweeping brush, a hand brush and a dustpan, and asked to sweep the old staircase (three storey, old, really tight spiral staircase). And I said okay, because it's just sweeping, you know, it'll be easy.
Um. Anyway. Have a random Trek gifset that I just saw on tumblr (I don't actually know how to navigate tumblr, I just see images there sometimes): Kirk, this is why you gotta fill out the log. For your TOS/TNG giggles, yes?
*shakes head, wanders off* Oi. I need to sleep.
I put the brush across the first step, and a nearly invisible plume of dust rose up and drifted off down the stairwell. And I remember thinking, pretty clearly actually, I've been had.
Turns out, the old staircase hasn't been swept in a few months, and it's genuinely old, so plaster dust and the weight of ages and all that shit. Um. By the time I'd finished, the last few steps (I basically swept all the dust down ahead of me and collected it at the bottom) actually changed colour when I swept them, and I had to go out afterwards and beat a thin film of dust off my entire set of clothes (my feet were coated brown, and I kept having to clean my glasses because the dust kept filming them over). I also had to ring home for my inhaler, because I'd forgotten to bring it.
None of this, I might add, was actually any of my co-workers' fault. They actually did offer to swap with me because of the asthma thing. It's just that a) I'm stubborn as hell and don't like giving up just because of occasionally crappy lungs, and b) I'm a perfectionist and once I start something, especially something involving cleaning/ordering things, I really need to finish. Um. It's possibly I'm mildly OCD?
So I finished the old staircase mostly out of pure stubborn, and then spent the rest of the day kinda lightheaded and loopy. Heh. I know, I know, not sensible. I just ... can't leave stuff like that part-done? *shakes head at self*
Turns out, the old staircase hasn't been swept in a few months, and it's genuinely old, so plaster dust and the weight of ages and all that shit. Um. By the time I'd finished, the last few steps (I basically swept all the dust down ahead of me and collected it at the bottom) actually changed colour when I swept them, and I had to go out afterwards and beat a thin film of dust off my entire set of clothes (my feet were coated brown, and I kept having to clean my glasses because the dust kept filming them over). I also had to ring home for my inhaler, because I'd forgotten to bring it.
None of this, I might add, was actually any of my co-workers' fault. They actually did offer to swap with me because of the asthma thing. It's just that a) I'm stubborn as hell and don't like giving up just because of occasionally crappy lungs, and b) I'm a perfectionist and once I start something, especially something involving cleaning/ordering things, I really need to finish. Um. It's possibly I'm mildly OCD?
So I finished the old staircase mostly out of pure stubborn, and then spent the rest of the day kinda lightheaded and loopy. Heh. I know, I know, not sensible. I just ... can't leave stuff like that part-done? *shakes head at self*
Um. Anyway. Have a random Trek gifset that I just saw on tumblr (I don't actually know how to navigate tumblr, I just see images there sometimes): Kirk, this is why you gotta fill out the log. For your TOS/TNG giggles, yes?
*shakes head, wanders off* Oi. I need to sleep.
