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Snorkeling
May. 7th, 2011 11:11 amYesterday was devoted to grading finals and posting the grades. I sat in my comfy swivel-chair, marking papers and occasionally reaching over with my red pen to punch numbers into the spreadsheet. Nice and comfortable; it would have been even nicer if not for the pile of papers and whatnot on my other chair, preventing me from propping my feet up.
Nice. Also noisy; I was about halfway through when the department secretary hollered at me that I really ought to oil my chair. I hadn't really noticed it, but once she said that it was unavoidable. Eventually I sighed, went into the office, and told her that it hadn't been bothering me until she brought it up. There was nothing for it but for her and the Chair's secretary (she of the marathon noodge) to go fetch an oilcan. She went to town on that chair, squirting oil into every conceivable (some very unlikely) source of noise. Eventually it quit squeaking, and I went back to work. The room stank of WD-40 for the rest of the afternoon.
Hopefully it'll have cleared by Monday, when I go back in.
Nice. Also noisy; I was about halfway through when the department secretary hollered at me that I really ought to oil my chair. I hadn't really noticed it, but once she said that it was unavoidable. Eventually I sighed, went into the office, and told her that it hadn't been bothering me until she brought it up. There was nothing for it but for her and the Chair's secretary (she of the marathon noodge) to go fetch an oilcan. She went to town on that chair, squirting oil into every conceivable (some very unlikely) source of noise. Eventually it quit squeaking, and I went back to work. The room stank of WD-40 for the rest of the afternoon.
Hopefully it'll have cleared by Monday, when I go back in.
