Hurrah! It’s the weekend! Right? Wrong.
The weekend before finals should be a productive one, but this has turned into anything but.
On Friday my goal was to get lots of research done but I got called into work. No problem, I can do my research on Saturday. For a paper due on Wednesday. Except I have to give a presentation on it on Tuesday, because on Wednesday I have jury duty.
So on Friday I call campus security to see if the building my data was stored in is locked on the weekends. It’s for a real research project, with actual data, so it has to be stored on campus, not on my USB drive. The campus security personnel assured me that it would be open.
So on Saturday I walk over, ready to do work and the building is of course locked. I call the campus security. They told me I don’t have permission to access the building after hours, but to call the building administrator to ask if I could be let in. I said okay, who is the building administrator? Response: I have no idea. I wouldn’t even know where to tell you to look.
So no go on the research, which means I have to do this all on Monday.
So on Sunday, I figure the least I can do is get some laundry done. So we do a few loads of wash. John puts one load of shirts in to dry. It’s sunny and warm out, so I figure we can save a few bucks by hanging the laundry out to dry. We get it all on the line and it starts raining. Off it comes.
We drive back to the laundromat and all the dryers are full. So we drive to another one. By this time it’s time to get John’s shirts out. Go get those, come home. By this time, it’s sunny out.
Went back to get the clothes out, they were still wet.
Three hours of doing nothing but laundry.
Face palm.
