I owe you the truth: I truly do love my job. I work in an old building, parts of which were built in 1917 (above), 1926, and 1958. Sometimes, the places where those parts come together have a bit of oddity– like the juncture of various roofs that recently sprung a leak:
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My husband was the one who manufactured this awesome drainage system in the midst of a heavy rainstorm. The water had been coming in at the rate of 2 gallons an hour.
The good news is that once everything dried up after that storm, the guys investigated the problem, the leaky seam was sealed, things are being dried out and we will soon have a “new” bathroom.
We have a couple of handy men who voluntarily keep us in working order. I love it when they show up each Tuesday, even if I feel foolish when I walk by a room, glance in, and suddenly squawk, “There’s water on the floor! Water on the floor!” (This was last week and completely unrelated to the roof or drainage system.) If they hadn’t been there, I would have been the one looking for a mop and bucket. Instead, I was the one sheepishly going back to my desk and they were the ones mopping up the mess.
And of course, there are some beautiful stained glass windows.