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Today was a relatively exciting day at the annex. The unfortunate thing is that when you work in a library warehouse, "exciting" is about synonymous with "borderline disastrous".
Apparently there was a slight coolant leak and a lot of condensation dripping from one of the ceiling A/C units onto some shelves below it. It dripped for god knows how long and created a puddle that spanned almost half of the breadth of the basement floor because it was contained within a pair of elevated ruts that support the rolling shelfspace. My supervisor was fetching a volume and stepped in the puddle, and later noticed that she was trailing footprints from a section of the water more than a dozen shelves down from the main site of the leak. So, everyone at the annex (about 5 people, including 2 who had to be called in from preservation services) spent the morning extracting journals that had been directly beneath the A/C, toweling them off, and setting them up in front of fans to try to dry them out. It was sort of a weird experience--a lot of the volumes were so soaked that you could squeeze the covers together and droplets of water would seep up out of the top of the pages. An estimated 200+ journals were soaked, and 50 of them had glossy, sticky pages and needed to be sent to a specialty lab to be frozen so that the wetness would sublimate rather than drying and causing the pages to adhere to one another.
So that was an interesting change of pace. I've also realized that I need a change of pace in my exercise routine, since that's the area where I am least satisfied with my efforts to meet goals I tried to make. Today I powerwalked home from Davis Square, and feeling too tired to go on a bike ride, I decided to break out my roller blades.
They barely fit around my legs anymore, which is [really] depressing, but I got them on and did about 6 laps up and down the next street over, which has smooth, level pavement. Just that small amount was totally exhausting, and I was really dizzy when I got home. I don't get it how I can feel generally pretty fit, but I'm still gaining weight and when I actually try to do *certain* types of exercise, I totally fail miserably. I used to be able to rollerblade for 3 hours nonstop back in the days of the Wal-Lex, and still be hungering for more at the end. Now though, I just feel exhausted and tired in the bad, sickened way, rather than the sore-yet-accomplished way. It's pretty frustrating.
Apparently there was a slight coolant leak and a lot of condensation dripping from one of the ceiling A/C units onto some shelves below it. It dripped for god knows how long and created a puddle that spanned almost half of the breadth of the basement floor because it was contained within a pair of elevated ruts that support the rolling shelfspace. My supervisor was fetching a volume and stepped in the puddle, and later noticed that she was trailing footprints from a section of the water more than a dozen shelves down from the main site of the leak. So, everyone at the annex (about 5 people, including 2 who had to be called in from preservation services) spent the morning extracting journals that had been directly beneath the A/C, toweling them off, and setting them up in front of fans to try to dry them out. It was sort of a weird experience--a lot of the volumes were so soaked that you could squeeze the covers together and droplets of water would seep up out of the top of the pages. An estimated 200+ journals were soaked, and 50 of them had glossy, sticky pages and needed to be sent to a specialty lab to be frozen so that the wetness would sublimate rather than drying and causing the pages to adhere to one another.
So that was an interesting change of pace. I've also realized that I need a change of pace in my exercise routine, since that's the area where I am least satisfied with my efforts to meet goals I tried to make. Today I powerwalked home from Davis Square, and feeling too tired to go on a bike ride, I decided to break out my roller blades.
They barely fit around my legs anymore, which is [really] depressing, but I got them on and did about 6 laps up and down the next street over, which has smooth, level pavement. Just that small amount was totally exhausting, and I was really dizzy when I got home. I don't get it how I can feel generally pretty fit, but I'm still gaining weight and when I actually try to do *certain* types of exercise, I totally fail miserably. I used to be able to rollerblade for 3 hours nonstop back in the days of the Wal-Lex, and still be hungering for more at the end. Now though, I just feel exhausted and tired in the bad, sickened way, rather than the sore-yet-accomplished way. It's pretty frustrating.
