[This is cross-posted from my LJ]
Well, more amusing in the fact that I was put through some personal discomfort. You all might find it entertaining, especially after the fact and that nobody died. Allow me to explain...
Wednesday morning I was having trouble sleeping, or waking up for that matter. It was too early to get up for work, but I wasn't awake enough to get up and attempt productivity. I wrestled with this for a couple of hours, trying to roll over and sleep. Occasionally I would hear this creaking noise above me. There wasn't anything really up there except the ceiling and a set of shelves I installed in my apt. I couldn't see anything wrong, and this place makes noises from being so old. I have a leak in my bathroom ceiling, and I live on the third floor. Nobody above me to leave the shower on too long. Anyway, I finally gave up on the tossing and turning and decided to read a book. I was laying there when something catches my attention and I glance up. It seemed strange to me, but the things on the shelf above my bed were starting to slide. Through some luck and a little agility, I threw myself mostly off the bed as the entire shelf fell where I was laying moments ago. I didn't make it completely off the bed, so the collection of bottles with hilighter fliud fell on my legs, one empty bottle shattering. I was pleased however that the Cuisinart blender didn't land on my head. Seeing as when I looked over, it was resting on my pillow. Due to the large crashing noise that accompanied the collapse of my shelf, I looked up to see both my roomies leaning in my doorway, looking quite shocked. At least they were concerned for my health. Though some friends suggested that the roomies were merely checking to make sure the job had been done correctly. heh. But I was fine. Amused at the whole stupid thing though.
The story gets better. So I'm cleaning up my room. Doing laundry, pulling glass out of my carpet and my sheets, and trying to get plaster off of stuff. I take the sheets outside and hang them to air out and for me to brush the glass off. Off and on during the day I wander to the porch to check on them. I finally decide to check the outside storage closet for some spackle, or something to cover the gaping holes I now have in my bedroom wall. Of course, opposed to all the other times I went out on the porch that day, this time I locked myself out there. Now this isn't normally a problem as at least one of my roomies is around to help. Of course, they had just left for dinner and shopping. I even had my house keys... if only they had worked on the sliding door. Seeing as I had little other choice, I ended up climbing my way down the outside of the porch from the third floor, and then walked in the front door to my place.
Wow, that was an interesting day. I thoguht it was kinda funn in hindsight and figured I'd share. Feel free to express your sympathy, congratulations, or disappointment at my survival.
I hope everyone else has had a safer week.
Well, more amusing in the fact that I was put through some personal discomfort. You all might find it entertaining, especially after the fact and that nobody died. Allow me to explain...
Wednesday morning I was having trouble sleeping, or waking up for that matter. It was too early to get up for work, but I wasn't awake enough to get up and attempt productivity. I wrestled with this for a couple of hours, trying to roll over and sleep. Occasionally I would hear this creaking noise above me. There wasn't anything really up there except the ceiling and a set of shelves I installed in my apt. I couldn't see anything wrong, and this place makes noises from being so old. I have a leak in my bathroom ceiling, and I live on the third floor. Nobody above me to leave the shower on too long. Anyway, I finally gave up on the tossing and turning and decided to read a book. I was laying there when something catches my attention and I glance up. It seemed strange to me, but the things on the shelf above my bed were starting to slide. Through some luck and a little agility, I threw myself mostly off the bed as the entire shelf fell where I was laying moments ago. I didn't make it completely off the bed, so the collection of bottles with hilighter fliud fell on my legs, one empty bottle shattering. I was pleased however that the Cuisinart blender didn't land on my head. Seeing as when I looked over, it was resting on my pillow. Due to the large crashing noise that accompanied the collapse of my shelf, I looked up to see both my roomies leaning in my doorway, looking quite shocked. At least they were concerned for my health. Though some friends suggested that the roomies were merely checking to make sure the job had been done correctly. heh. But I was fine. Amused at the whole stupid thing though.
The story gets better. So I'm cleaning up my room. Doing laundry, pulling glass out of my carpet and my sheets, and trying to get plaster off of stuff. I take the sheets outside and hang them to air out and for me to brush the glass off. Off and on during the day I wander to the porch to check on them. I finally decide to check the outside storage closet for some spackle, or something to cover the gaping holes I now have in my bedroom wall. Of course, opposed to all the other times I went out on the porch that day, this time I locked myself out there. Now this isn't normally a problem as at least one of my roomies is around to help. Of course, they had just left for dinner and shopping. I even had my house keys... if only they had worked on the sliding door. Seeing as I had little other choice, I ended up climbing my way down the outside of the porch from the third floor, and then walked in the front door to my place.
Wow, that was an interesting day. I thoguht it was kinda funn in hindsight and figured I'd share. Feel free to express your sympathy, congratulations, or disappointment at my survival.
I hope everyone else has had a safer week.
Edit to add - Oh yeah! CNY party on the 5th of Feb! You up for some SG shenanigans?
[Edited on Jan 22, 2005 5:54AM]