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September 07, 2004
Crapweek 2004
So I'm still without power. It's been a few days now, and I heard that they won't be fixing out area until Friday at the earliest. I hope that's just a rumor, but even then just hearing it has really brought my spirit down. So I'm doing my work here in the labs. It's really not a good place to work... just atmosphere-wise. There's plenty of light and the facilities are adequate, but it's freezing cold and unfriendly in here. It just makes me feel even more isolated. And the following story added on top of this is not helping:
I got home from work today hoping to find the electricity back on. Not only was it not back on, but it was about 95 degrees in my house, and poor Igor was not looking well at all. He was definately overheated, and much more passive than a healthy bird should be. So I opened the house up and it did help... lowered it down to about 85 degrees, and I spent the afternoon with Igor trying to cheer him up. I noticed his beak has grown an incredible amount since coming here, and that he was probably having trouble eating. So I took him to the pet store and they were so nice to trim his beak for free... but man that is one awful thing to watch. Maybe it's the fact that I've been only able to eat fast food for the past few days, but watching them hold him tightly upside-down, pinch his head, stuff a Q-tip in his mouth to keep it open, and snip off and file down his beak was so painful. I felt so bad for him... and his beak is still flakey and in bad condition, which they told me is a sign of kidney disease... wonderful. So my bird may be terminally ill.
I worry about him when it gets dark now, since there's no street lights or lights in the house. Not like anything is going to happen to him, but it's bad enough to be home alone in the light... I have the choice to either tuck him in at 5 pm when I got to work, which is just insane, or wait until long after nightfall when he's been waiting, uncovered, in pitch black for hours. I'm sure he'll be OK, but it's not a happy thought to have nagging on my mind as I try desperately to catch up on work that I was unable to do this weekend, and am going to have even more trouble doing now that I won't have power until Friday.
I'm waiting for what's going to happen next. My luck is such that bad things never come in small doses. For instance, the journey down here from NJ... you read about that I'm sure (though I only wrote about half of the story because I was too pissed off to finish the rest of it). So we'll see. My luck has never been amazingly good. Not to say that everything is always against me; that's not true at all. There are tons of things for which I am extremely lucky. But my good luck is evenly dispersed so that I never recieve massive doses of it at once. On the other hand, unlucky events don't happen all that often, but when they do it's usually an avalanche of things. My guess is that I'm halfway to 3/4 through this string, and that more is going to come this week. Let's hope that theory is proven wrong.
It's only 12:11... I don't want to go home. I'm not tired at all, and it's too hot to get a good sleep. Igor is the only reason to be home at all. The labs close at 2, so I'm sure I can continue to sketch in here until then... if I'm not tired after that, it's NyQuil time.
I really want some donuts...
Posted by dminky at September 7, 2004 11:13 PM
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