Useless things are useless
Dec. 9th, 2009 01:08 pmUslessness #1? My super, or maybe the plumbing in my building. Or conflate them. Why not.
We have a super in my building. But he doesn't do anything. And I had not one but THREE leaking radiators in my flat that required a plumber to come over this morning and fix. One leaked so badly that the bowl I placed underneath it filled up in a matter of minutes. I also put a towel on the floor when I went to bed and this morning it was so soaked all I could do was throw it in the tub and leave it for later. I had a training to go to this morning, so I couldn't stick around for them to be fixed. So thank goodness for new friends with free time because I am now indebted to
tennis_bear for house sitting while the plumbers came over to plumb. Ah well, I hear he was held captive by Calliope and BBC-A, so I don't feel too guilty.
Uselessness #2? The training itself. And my uterus, for good measure.
We had to do this exercise that's meant to replicate the experiences DV victims go through and this included carrying around a doll to simulate having a baby. I seriously objected to the fact that all the character victims in the exercise were heterosexual women and nearly all of them mothers. But I found myself amused when one of the training participants walked up to me and asked "Why are you choking your baby?" It was only then that I realized I was carrying it around gripped at the most convenient spot for my hand - the neck - while all the other people in the training were cradling their baby dolls as though they were real. I have absolutely NO interest in babies, and as I once told
cmcmck, I would donate my uterus in a heartbeat if I knew someone who could use it. The email sent out by the city stated that shelter directors needed to attend, but the room was packed with entry level staff, and the training was directed at them. So I grabbed the materials and left after the exercise, having definitely seen enough.
Uselessness #3? My rain boots.
It was PISSING RAIN this morning and the sewers were backed up. Ihave had two pairs of rubber boots and both of them died on me today. One pair had a rip in the seam that I noticed before putting them on (thankfully). The other pair seemed fine until I got to my destination and realized my socks were soaked. :-( Good thing I'd brought a pair of Chucks as a back-up.
Now I'm back at my office and thankful as all get out to a) have a toasty place to warm up and dry out; and b) have a boss who gets me and laughed with me over my story rather than get annoyed that I left the training.
We have a super in my building. But he doesn't do anything. And I had not one but THREE leaking radiators in my flat that required a plumber to come over this morning and fix. One leaked so badly that the bowl I placed underneath it filled up in a matter of minutes. I also put a towel on the floor when I went to bed and this morning it was so soaked all I could do was throw it in the tub and leave it for later. I had a training to go to this morning, so I couldn't stick around for them to be fixed. So thank goodness for new friends with free time because I am now indebted to
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Uselessness #2? The training itself. And my uterus, for good measure.
We had to do this exercise that's meant to replicate the experiences DV victims go through and this included carrying around a doll to simulate having a baby. I seriously objected to the fact that all the character victims in the exercise were heterosexual women and nearly all of them mothers. But I found myself amused when one of the training participants walked up to me and asked "Why are you choking your baby?" It was only then that I realized I was carrying it around gripped at the most convenient spot for my hand - the neck - while all the other people in the training were cradling their baby dolls as though they were real. I have absolutely NO interest in babies, and as I once told
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Uselessness #3? My rain boots.
It was PISSING RAIN this morning and the sewers were backed up. I
Now I'm back at my office and thankful as all get out to a) have a toasty place to warm up and dry out; and b) have a boss who gets me and laughed with me over my story rather than get annoyed that I left the training.