Skid Marks
Yesterday started off well enough. I had had a decently relaxing Fourth of July weekend (with the exception of a triathlon I got up at 4:30am to participate in), and I was ready to take on the four day week. I rose out of bed at 7:30, brushed my teeth, and rode to work, where I performed my morning rituals of flipping open my laptop, stowing my backpack beneath the desk, checking my facebook, and getting myself a cup of coffee. Everything was going just dandy.
I then picked up a couple packages and headed out to deliver them. One was destined for Optical Sciences, so I took my camera to take pictures of the beautiful building while I was there. The landscaping there was also pretty nice, so I got some shots of that, too.
Deliveries complete, I returned to the office to do some of the odd job stuff I usually do.
Then I got the call to go downstairs.
More furniture to be moved. Mind you, this furniture is not of the new-age, lightweight aluminum style, but instead of the oldschool, heavy steel type. And it was a pain to move. Regardless, we ended up finishing moving the five filing cabinets, two desks, and a couple computers. We were about to head out, thinking we were done. But we weren't. There was one last item.
On of the professors had specifically asked to have this desk, and it had to be moved. Fine. Me and the other student worker went to pick it up, but it was much heavier than we expected. It was a struggle to even force it over the doorjamb and out into the hallway. There was no way we were picking it up; the thing must have weighed about 938,293,384,231 pounds.
So, we slid it over to the nearest elevator, which was out of order (no big surprise there), and had to slide it to the far elevator. With two people, this feat was actually accomplished fairly easily. After that, I thought the rest of the trip would be easy.
We lifted one end of the desk into the elevator, and slid it in. But we slid a little too far, and a pair of the legs slipped into the crack between the elevator floor and the building floor. I was beginning to think the rest of the trip would not be easy.
We ended up being able to lift the thing out of the crack, and we turned around to face the elevator opening as the doors were closing, and we saw a horrifying sight.
All along the hallway were skid marks. One for each leg of the desk, all equally terrifying. The floors in the entire building had just been waxed.
I sank to my knees in slow motion while crying "Noooooooooooo!"
Well, not really. But I did in my mind. I hate messing up big, and this incident definitely fit under that category. One of the professors, upon seeing the marks, was not happy, and informed me that the cost to rewax the floors would come out of my paycheck.
I imagine this would probably cost anywhere from 3,482 to 938,293,384,231 dollars, and would probably take me the rest of the summer to work off. But I deserved it. For some reason, I thought sliding the desk would be fine, and I didn't think for a second they would make the hideous marks they did. As far as I knew, there was no dolly in the building that would lift a desk like this. But I wasn't thinking, and I should have been.
I felt pretty crappy the rest of the day.
Here are the pictures I took.
Thanks for reading.
I then picked up a couple packages and headed out to deliver them. One was destined for Optical Sciences, so I took my camera to take pictures of the beautiful building while I was there. The landscaping there was also pretty nice, so I got some shots of that, too.
Deliveries complete, I returned to the office to do some of the odd job stuff I usually do.
Then I got the call to go downstairs.
More furniture to be moved. Mind you, this furniture is not of the new-age, lightweight aluminum style, but instead of the oldschool, heavy steel type. And it was a pain to move. Regardless, we ended up finishing moving the five filing cabinets, two desks, and a couple computers. We were about to head out, thinking we were done. But we weren't. There was one last item.
On of the professors had specifically asked to have this desk, and it had to be moved. Fine. Me and the other student worker went to pick it up, but it was much heavier than we expected. It was a struggle to even force it over the doorjamb and out into the hallway. There was no way we were picking it up; the thing must have weighed about 938,293,384,231 pounds.
So, we slid it over to the nearest elevator, which was out of order (no big surprise there), and had to slide it to the far elevator. With two people, this feat was actually accomplished fairly easily. After that, I thought the rest of the trip would be easy.
We lifted one end of the desk into the elevator, and slid it in. But we slid a little too far, and a pair of the legs slipped into the crack between the elevator floor and the building floor. I was beginning to think the rest of the trip would not be easy.
We ended up being able to lift the thing out of the crack, and we turned around to face the elevator opening as the doors were closing, and we saw a horrifying sight.
All along the hallway were skid marks. One for each leg of the desk, all equally terrifying. The floors in the entire building had just been waxed.
I sank to my knees in slow motion while crying "Noooooooooooo!"
Well, not really. But I did in my mind. I hate messing up big, and this incident definitely fit under that category. One of the professors, upon seeing the marks, was not happy, and informed me that the cost to rewax the floors would come out of my paycheck.
I imagine this would probably cost anywhere from 3,482 to 938,293,384,231 dollars, and would probably take me the rest of the summer to work off. But I deserved it. For some reason, I thought sliding the desk would be fine, and I didn't think for a second they would make the hideous marks they did. As far as I knew, there was no dolly in the building that would lift a desk like this. But I wasn't thinking, and I should have been.
I felt pretty crappy the rest of the day.
Here are the pictures I took.
Thanks for reading.
If it makes you feel any better, all of your photos are kind of freaking amazing.
ReplyDeleteHaha, that indeed does make me feel a little better. Thanks, man.
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