I get the new ID without much problem (*except having to get a new picture taken, and the Missouri heat made my face a wonderful shade of red that served to accent my double chin, but I digress...). I then realized I had to trek across campus to the Key Shop (conveniently located in a parking garage) to get my card encoded for key swipe access. I check my watch, and the web...it's open for another half hour.
I make it there with time to spare only to find the office is closed. I call the number listed on the sign (and accidentally dialed the wrong number the first time, sorry Cherise?????), and was connected to someone in the office. Here's how our conversation went:
Me: I need to get my ID encoded, but the office is closed.
Her: Our hours just changed. Customer service hours are from 7:30 am to 10 am Monday through Friday.
Me: I was really hoping to get my card swiped so I could work this weekend. There is no way I can get this done today?
Her: Customer service hours are from 7:30 am to 10 am Monday through Friday.
Me: So that means no?
Her: What building do you work in?
Me: (my building)
Her: Oh, we sent an e-mail to (my facilities manager) this morning, and you should have received it. There was someone else earlier today that had this same problem...
At which point I gave up, after a mental face palm. You mean, there will be confusion about your hours if you don't change the website, and you don't notify people ahead of time? So I have to beg my labmates to let me into the building for another weekend. So goes my tenuous relationship with facilities management at my University. It has surely deserved its capital "U". There are some truly wonderful people working there that have gone far beyond their job descriptions to assist me, and there are people that also seem to make it their job to complicate my life.
So instead, I give you some cat pictures, because they always make me feel better.
Exhibit A: Fatticat in one of his new toys...an area rug that also serves as cat bed and jungle gym.
Exhibit B: Fatticat sleeping in a basket of clean clothes. I'm glad Bill doesn't mind a little cat stank on his clean jeans...
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