9.22.2005
wacky
I was poking about on NPR today and I found a lovely article from the British Cheese Board, which stated that a study undertaken by said board seemed to suggest not only that eating cheese before bed gives you strange dreams but that the type of cheese is the determining factor in what type of dream you have. I was particularly amused by the dreams caused by blue stilton: a vegetarian crocodile upset that he could no longer eat children, and soldiers fighting each other with kittens instead of guns. How delightful.
I was in my room with the door open when a guy popped in to ask me how to get to the ARCO and Sloane-Robinson buildings of Keble College. I'm at Keble, and living in Keble housing, but this is the Acland Hospital site, which is a 3 minute walk from the main part of campus, where the ARCO and Sloane-Robinson buildings are located. I told him to ask the guy at the security desk. In fact, he was the guy from the security desk: someone was downstairs asking him how to get to those two buildings. OK, I said. I suggested that he call the porter's lodge when he got back to the security desk to ask for more details. He said thank you and left. Five minutes later, he came back and asked me how to get to his desk. Boy, I feel a lot safer now.
Yesterday I made beds in housekeeping. It was gruelling work for which I was complemented for working really hard and doing well. I made beds in the ARCO building: on the Ground, second, and fourth floors. In fact, I made three floors of beds on my own. In under two hours. Today, I went back to the ARCO building to work and was told that two out of those three floors of beds were to be dismantled in order to prepare them for students to arrive. Which meant un-making the beds and removing the sheets and duvet and such. So frustrating! At least I'm quitting this week. I was pulled out to the Acland in order to help prepare other rooms there. We worked so darn hard that the three of us were subsequently promised triple pay. Sweet.
Oh, and in terms of wacky, here's a lovely company which makes odd radio-controlled flying machines. I think it's hilarious that they have a flying lawnmower. I want one.
I was in my room with the door open when a guy popped in to ask me how to get to the ARCO and Sloane-Robinson buildings of Keble College. I'm at Keble, and living in Keble housing, but this is the Acland Hospital site, which is a 3 minute walk from the main part of campus, where the ARCO and Sloane-Robinson buildings are located. I told him to ask the guy at the security desk. In fact, he was the guy from the security desk: someone was downstairs asking him how to get to those two buildings. OK, I said. I suggested that he call the porter's lodge when he got back to the security desk to ask for more details. He said thank you and left. Five minutes later, he came back and asked me how to get to his desk. Boy, I feel a lot safer now.
Yesterday I made beds in housekeeping. It was gruelling work for which I was complemented for working really hard and doing well. I made beds in the ARCO building: on the Ground, second, and fourth floors. In fact, I made three floors of beds on my own. In under two hours. Today, I went back to the ARCO building to work and was told that two out of those three floors of beds were to be dismantled in order to prepare them for students to arrive. Which meant un-making the beds and removing the sheets and duvet and such. So frustrating! At least I'm quitting this week. I was pulled out to the Acland in order to help prepare other rooms there. We worked so darn hard that the three of us were subsequently promised triple pay. Sweet.
Oh, and in terms of wacky, here's a lovely company which makes odd radio-controlled flying machines. I think it's hilarious that they have a flying lawnmower. I want one.
