chair saga, part the second
Jan. 11th, 2010 01:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobel...bother.
I seem to have made my usual mistake, given the company of FAIL, of assuming that fixed meant fixed. (I did this once before: tiltbox indicator light kind of fell down inside the box, and the repairperson put the light back into position but did not test to make sure it worked. It, er, didn't.)
Remember when I said that if the chair is not precisely tilt-centered, it won't go at full speed, and, in fact, goes at a speed that an unmotivated turtle could match?
Either the recentering did not accurately recenter the chair, or the "go ahead and go full speed" logic is tied to the now-unplugged tiltbox, because while I am much more comfortable, the chair is ... well ... slow.
(This is not as bad as last night, when it was slow and tilted. It is, however, highly inconvenient. Especially for, say, tomorrow, when I actually have to go places. [I can get to the localest bus stop in, oh, under five minutes, usually. It will probably take me at least twenty. And if I miss the bus -- which I did thursday, but it's timed such that I can 'walk' there in time; it's nowhere as warm, but it's managable -- I don't have a chance in hell of making it to choir. (I may, in fact, if this is not fixed by tomorrow afternoon, bail on choir on account of chair nonfunctionality.)])
There is a part of me that wants to go see Sherlock Holmes again to cheer myself up, but going anywhere = bad idea. Plus there's the whole money thing...
And to add the last touch of awesome to this already fun & cheery day, the apartment maintenance people have trimmed my roses. Which were in varying stages of full and partial bloom. (And I didn't have a chance to get any; I'd chosen to leave them on the bush because they were pretty, but if I'd had warning of impending snippage I could have clipped some to have at least a few more days of roseness.)
I seem to have made my usual mistake, given the company of FAIL, of assuming that fixed meant fixed. (I did this once before: tiltbox indicator light kind of fell down inside the box, and the repairperson put the light back into position but did not test to make sure it worked. It, er, didn't.)
Remember when I said that if the chair is not precisely tilt-centered, it won't go at full speed, and, in fact, goes at a speed that an unmotivated turtle could match?
Either the recentering did not accurately recenter the chair, or the "go ahead and go full speed" logic is tied to the now-unplugged tiltbox, because while I am much more comfortable, the chair is ... well ... slow.
(This is not as bad as last night, when it was slow and tilted. It is, however, highly inconvenient. Especially for, say, tomorrow, when I actually have to go places. [I can get to the localest bus stop in, oh, under five minutes, usually. It will probably take me at least twenty. And if I miss the bus -- which I did thursday, but it's timed such that I can 'walk' there in time; it's nowhere as warm, but it's managable -- I don't have a chance in hell of making it to choir. (I may, in fact, if this is not fixed by tomorrow afternoon, bail on choir on account of chair nonfunctionality.)])
There is a part of me that wants to go see Sherlock Holmes again to cheer myself up, but going anywhere = bad idea. Plus there's the whole money thing...
And to add the last touch of awesome to this already fun & cheery day, the apartment maintenance people have trimmed my roses. Which were in varying stages of full and partial bloom. (And I didn't have a chance to get any; I'd chosen to leave them on the bush because they were pretty, but if I'd had warning of impending snippage I could have clipped some to have at least a few more days of roseness.)