Trece

Sometimes if a minor incident occurs at the beginning of my day, I'm a little wary at what the rest of the day might bring. These incidents can be anything from spilling coffee all over myself, falling down the stairs, or smacking my head on the top bunk. (All of which I have done... more than once.)

This particular morning, I was the first person on the schedule for the desk, meaning I would perform the "opening" tasks. These include security rounds, calling Coro to let them know we're open, and physically cranking open the window. Opening is easy. Usually.

Today, however, just as I began to crank the window open, the lever snapped off. All of the sudden I was holding the lever and it was not attached to the window-opening mechanism. This left me with an open slit of about two inches where I could peek (very creepily, I might add) into the lobby.... and there was no way to actually open up the desk area. The emergency maintenance response was quick, and they ended up having to dismantle the entire cranking apparatus to find the problem. The guy said it was going to break sooner or later. (It figures it was during my shift.)

Although I was in shock that I "broke the desk", the situation didn't really surprise me.

*****

Update: Later, during the same glorious shift, I also managed to lock myself out of the desk area. This left me with one option: vault myself back over the counter. Excellent. I'm very acrobatic and coordinated and such, you see.

Doce

Consistency and reliability are pretty difficult characteristics to personify. Life gets in the way, sleep deprivation leads to forgetfulness, and priorities are imposed upon us. Nonetheless, I have been (for the most part) a consistent and reliable person... until recently. I can't figure out quite where the disconnect has been occurring, but somewhere between making plans, writing them down, and executing said plans I haven't been able to manage to keep up with things. I've always been the kind of person who makes lists and reminders on Post-Its, in planners, or on my hand. However, all of the aforementioned methods of reminding myself about what I am supposed to be doing seem to be failing me at the moment. I can't remember anything without it being written down. And sometimes I forget before I even have the chance to write it down; there's just no hope at that point. This is all very, very strange to me.