Work 2
Well, I hate to post about work, but perhaps later I'll think of something more exciting to write about. :D
Today I got to play around with a projector and a remote control and a laptop. It was actually more fun than it sounds like it would be. There was an important luncheon of some type here at the Rescue Mission and I needed to set up a powerpoint presentation for it. I now have sweet projector-setting-up skills. Yessssssss.
Yesterday I went to the warehouse type building where we keep all the stuff I'm supposed to put on eBay. There's a lot of junk and I'm thinking a lot of it isn't truly worth our time to even put up for online sale. Still, there is some pretty cool (and old) things, and I suppose my major puts a bit more interest in handling old things.
The building was once some sort of printing place, perhaps even a newspaper or magazine building of some type; I've forgotten the story behind it. The inside is very dusty and if it weren't for the street just outside, it would get extremely quiet in there.
I brought my beloved iPod and that helped a lot. Huzzah for the Beatles.
Here's a picture of my little studio. It's not much, but it's good enough for eBay.
I put down my iPod at the end of one item and went to the adjacent room for the next one. That's when I noticed a long, dark, steep staircase. My curiosity was aroused and so I went up, stumbling against the narrow steps.
There were lights at the top and after flipping the switch, I saw that there were a number of rooms filled with boxes and random parts of machinery, toys and Christmas wrapping paper.
One small door was just a foot over my head, yet the bottom stopped at my knees. Two pegs kept it shut. I put my ear to the door and could hear the wind howling outside. The door bore an exit sign, but unfortunately I couldn't get it open.
I turned around and saw an unusually wide door. Inside was a small room with shoddy flooring and no real walls. A pale light from one end gave the wispy insulation in the walls a strange appearance. Opposite me in this little room was a wooden gate bearing a warning sign. Beyond that was an old elevator shaft.
I'd known there was a cargo elevator in the building, but I never imagined it looking this cool. Silver insulated ventilation tubes and dusty woodwork gave the upper regions of the shaft a mine-like appearance. Some faded green plastic or paper at the top let in a bit of light, with interesting effect when clouds masked the sun.
Old cables and a series of rusted counterweights hung at the top, while the cage-like elevator sat below. There was even a make-shift ladder along one of the elevator railings. The whole thing struck me as unusual for that sort of building. So Old West and mysterious.
Anyway, if you imagine my job is just playing with projectors and exploring old buildings, you'd be mistaken. These are only just the little semi-interesting bits I choose to write about. :D
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Today I got a real vehicle, oddly enough. I asked a few days ago for a vehicle from my boss. A bit bold?
Yeah, initially he turned me down. But then yesterday he randomly came by my office and said he had a small silver Taurus I could use. No more bike rides to work, whoopee!
They got the insurance, title and registration taken care of, so today over my lunch break I decided to take it for a test spin. Besides, I needed to know where the Kokomo post office was, if I were going be shipping eBay items.
After searching for several minutes, I found the vehicle with matching description. A small, silver Ford Taurus, pretty old. I walked up, unlocked it, opened the door, and immediately the entire inside cab portion of the door came crashing off.
Chuckling, I stood there holding it for a minute, unsure what to do, and then climbed inside. Keeping it carefully in place, I slammed the door shut before it had the chance to fall.
It idled well enough, only requiring a little help at the low spots. I let it run for a minute while I tested the controls. The power locks and windows still work, and for a 13-year old car, that's not bad. Over 250,000 miles on it. Wooooooow.
The seat was tilted towards the door, due, I believe, to the rather portly previous owner. The radio seek button goes only up, not down, so if you pass a good radio station you need to go all the way around to get to it again.
Other than these few quirks, I enjoyed a 2-mile run around Kokomo with the windows down. And I even found the post office on my second try around the block.
Today I got to play around with a projector and a remote control and a laptop. It was actually more fun than it sounds like it would be. There was an important luncheon of some type here at the Rescue Mission and I needed to set up a powerpoint presentation for it. I now have sweet projector-setting-up skills. Yessssssss.
Yesterday I went to the warehouse type building where we keep all the stuff I'm supposed to put on eBay. There's a lot of junk and I'm thinking a lot of it isn't truly worth our time to even put up for online sale. Still, there is some pretty cool (and old) things, and I suppose my major puts a bit more interest in handling old things.
The building was once some sort of printing place, perhaps even a newspaper or magazine building of some type; I've forgotten the story behind it. The inside is very dusty and if it weren't for the street just outside, it would get extremely quiet in there.
I brought my beloved iPod and that helped a lot. Huzzah for the Beatles.
Here's a picture of my little studio. It's not much, but it's good enough for eBay.
I put down my iPod at the end of one item and went to the adjacent room for the next one. That's when I noticed a long, dark, steep staircase. My curiosity was aroused and so I went up, stumbling against the narrow steps.
There were lights at the top and after flipping the switch, I saw that there were a number of rooms filled with boxes and random parts of machinery, toys and Christmas wrapping paper.
One small door was just a foot over my head, yet the bottom stopped at my knees. Two pegs kept it shut. I put my ear to the door and could hear the wind howling outside. The door bore an exit sign, but unfortunately I couldn't get it open.
I turned around and saw an unusually wide door. Inside was a small room with shoddy flooring and no real walls. A pale light from one end gave the wispy insulation in the walls a strange appearance. Opposite me in this little room was a wooden gate bearing a warning sign. Beyond that was an old elevator shaft.
I'd known there was a cargo elevator in the building, but I never imagined it looking this cool. Silver insulated ventilation tubes and dusty woodwork gave the upper regions of the shaft a mine-like appearance. Some faded green plastic or paper at the top let in a bit of light, with interesting effect when clouds masked the sun.
Old cables and a series of rusted counterweights hung at the top, while the cage-like elevator sat below. There was even a make-shift ladder along one of the elevator railings. The whole thing struck me as unusual for that sort of building. So Old West and mysterious.
Anyway, if you imagine my job is just playing with projectors and exploring old buildings, you'd be mistaken. These are only just the little semi-interesting bits I choose to write about. :D
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Today I got a real vehicle, oddly enough. I asked a few days ago for a vehicle from my boss. A bit bold?
Yeah, initially he turned me down. But then yesterday he randomly came by my office and said he had a small silver Taurus I could use. No more bike rides to work, whoopee!
They got the insurance, title and registration taken care of, so today over my lunch break I decided to take it for a test spin. Besides, I needed to know where the Kokomo post office was, if I were going be shipping eBay items.
After searching for several minutes, I found the vehicle with matching description. A small, silver Ford Taurus, pretty old. I walked up, unlocked it, opened the door, and immediately the entire inside cab portion of the door came crashing off.
Chuckling, I stood there holding it for a minute, unsure what to do, and then climbed inside. Keeping it carefully in place, I slammed the door shut before it had the chance to fall.
It idled well enough, only requiring a little help at the low spots. I let it run for a minute while I tested the controls. The power locks and windows still work, and for a 13-year old car, that's not bad. Over 250,000 miles on it. Wooooooow.
The seat was tilted towards the door, due, I believe, to the rather portly previous owner. The radio seek button goes only up, not down, so if you pass a good radio station you need to go all the way around to get to it again.
Other than these few quirks, I enjoyed a 2-mile run around Kokomo with the windows down. And I even found the post office on my second try around the block.
