Flashes of Panic

I have an “office.” Our building, improbably, houses three departments: Electrical Engineering, Computer Science, and Athletics. Given the character of the school, it’s difficult to tell if the students entering are athletes, geeks, or both. My office is a not-quite-cube in the “extension,” which I share with another similarly-assigned grad student. He’s never there, preferring to work in the “lab” set up in a dorm basement on the other side of campus. (I have a key to that lab as well, but seldom have call to go there.) It has a shiny new Dell which I can’t (for some reason) log in to, and lockable drawers with little (except the miscellaneous debris of the Dell) in them.

Today I brought the adapter I needed to plug the Dell’s monitor in to my Powerbook. The mouse is USB, so I had no trouble with that, but for the first time in ages I need to dig up a mouse pad. (I’m sure I have one somewhere, but since I started using trackballs, they’ve been pointless.) The keyboard, unfortunately, is a PS2 plug, so I was stuck with the one on the PB. Maybe I’ll find a spare USB keyboard somewhere and let them take away the Dell.

It’s still not as nice as my attic-office here at home; after all, my books are here, and so is Iz. But it’s a helpful place to get a bit of work done between classes.

Now Playing: King’s Crossing from From A Basement On The Hill by Elliott Smith