Back at School

It was so fun to see everyone at school again. Saturday we moved in, Sunday we went to the MN state fair, Monday we hung out, it was so hot, we went to Lake Johanna and went swimming. We made teams and played frisby in the water. It felt so good and it was so much fun! Classes went well this week, kind of rough to get back into the swing of things, but syllabus days are easy and allow you to slowly ease back in to the crazy days of college life. Yesterday at work I was cleaning out the elevator, and the door kept trying to close on me, suddenly it started beeping at me like it always does when you leave it open to long, and the doors started closing. I was almost done, so I was just going to finish up and then open the doors back up and leave, but suddenly I felt myself moving, I pushed the open door fervently, the vaccuum still going, we were still moving, and then cord getting shorter and shorter, suddenly, all was quiet. The doors opened, and there was an older man standing there. The first words that came to my mouth were, "I am having huge issues with my vaccuum." I pulled on the cord, every inch of my being hoping that the plug in part was at the other end, alas, only severed wires sticking out. The older man said, "Think it will still work?" His eyes were twinkling, I must have looked hilarious. I wish I could have recorded my voice, "No." I said with a mixture of unbelief at what had just happened and a tinge of pain for the vaccuum. I went back downstairs to the 1st floor, and there sat the other half of the cord, still obediently plugged in to the wall. My manager said that it was the funniest thing he had seen in a long time. For that I guess I was grateful? I had a good laugh with him though, and he said that it should be repaired fairly easily, that at least it wasn't our boss' vaccuum, and at least nothing happened to the super expensive vaccuum, at least. So moral of that story is, don't clean elevators with a vaccuum, by yourself.