Sometimes, Slow Construction Workers are Wonderful

Unexpected days of vacation are the best. Today, construction work at the Bentley necessitated turning off the water, so everyone was told they didn't have to come in at least for the morning. We would be notified by noon if they finished and we had to show up for the afternoon. Even better, the powers that be said they would pay us for our normal hours. So this morning was completely delicious. I slept in, did some laundry, which was desperately needed, took a walk downtown, and called my mom to tell her Happy Birthday! But they ax was still sort of hanging over my head. At 11:50, I got the email telling me that the rest of the day was mine. Paul had a few hours free in between meetings and work, so he swung by and we went for a walk around campus. He had lived in East Quad too, and had been an orientation leader, so we wandered over to that side of town, sat in the EQ courtyard and waxed nostalgic. On the way back, we stopped at Dominick's, which was pretty empty at 3:30. I sat there, drinking a beer, and realized that I was getting paid for doing it. There is no better feeling. So it was a darn good day playing hooky (sort of), except for a couple monumentally stupid things I did, which warrant a post of their own.