The Jet Plane Toilet

Alright so day 1 of being hardcore went well. First analyst in, last one to leave. There wasn't much work to do yesterday, but I set up a bunch more news alerts so I can be on top of things.

It's a gloriously sunny day here, so it's making being inside, and not having a heck of a lot to do a bit tough. But it's okay because I'm hardcore. So in light of all this extra time, I will regale you with the story of the jet place toliet.

Yes, you read that correctly. I moved into a new apartment over the summer, and at first was quite taken with the place, but the toliet seemed to be acting funny, and by funny, I mean it made ridiculously loud noises whenever you flushed it, that sounded entirely similar (including the level of noise) to a jet plane. This was something I was willing to deal with for a medium period of time given that I felt ridiculous (and still do) having to explain to people what that noise was, and trying not to get frightened when using it at 3am after a night of drinking. Eventually however I cracked and decided I had to call The Landlord. The conversation went a bit like this:

"Oh ahem hello... it's Favorite Tenant"

"Hello Favorite, how are you?"

"Oh excellent, I was just calling about a bit of a problem with the toliet"

And on we went with me trying to describe the toliet issue without using the words Jet Plane, because who in their right minds would take me seriously? (I will give you a clue, it's not The Landlord) Well I ended up having to use the words Jet Plane after The Landlord refused to accept that the loud noise was merely the toliet running and that all I needed to do was take the lid off the tank and tighten the chain.

"A jet plane?"

"Yes, a jet plane. I think this has to be a bit of a nuisance to the neighbors as well."

"Really, a jet plane?"

"Yes, really, a jet plane. That loud"

"Like a jet plane?"

"YES!!! a jet plane, can I please get a plumber?"

This ridiculousness and his incredulity continued on for a good 5 minutes until he finally crumbled and agreed to have a plumber call me so I could set up a time for him to come fix the toliet. The saga continued however when the plumber he chose lived in one of the outer boroughs of NNYC, and only came downtown between the hours of 11am and 3pm. Who has time to meet a plumber between 11am and 3pm??? We managed to meet after 3 weeks of phone tag and only after I convinced him to come downtown at the ridiculously early hour of 9am. Then, of course, the toliet wouldn't do it's thing and make the noise. Naturally.

The plumber did have a look though and agreed with me that something or other was worn out, he replaced it and was on his way.

Thus ended The Jet Plane Toliet.

In which I yet again pledge to work harder

Anyone else out there watch Grey's Anatomy? Well I'm obsessed with it (sidebar: Private Practice is so kicking Grey's butt thus far this season, but I still love my Grey's). Anyways last week's episode was all about how hard core you could be with Yang and Little Grey taking it to a new level and doning diapers for surgery so they could go hours without taking breaks.

I have come to the conclusion that I need to be more hardcore about work. I like to think I'm a very efficient worker, getting out of something as much as possible, but I think I need to flip that mentality around and put in as much as possible, and see what the results are. A hunger for work that has been lacking, a need to do more, work longer, try harder.

So, today is day 1. You're probably asking what the heck I'm doing blogging then, instead of working, well there's not much to do right now. I'm waiting for the markets to have been closed for an hour so I can update some daily stuff. But I am hardcore, and will stay late tonight, just to stay late. Seems silly, but I'm hardcore and don't have time for silly.

fice for 2 hours, while I make some head way. He pokes his head into the pit to check up, and it becomes apparent that he has done nothing for the last two hours while I worked. This upsets me more than slightly given that it's Friday night and this isn't my file. I manage to contain my frustration, but only for about another half hour when I declare I have to take off.

If I was more hardcore, I wouldn't have cared, and I could've stayed and ground through that work, but instead I just wanted to go home and make Halloween costumes.

So hardcore it is.