Thursday, July 3, 2008
On Monday, our water dispenser broke down. Not in the sense of 'not being able to dispense water'. Neither was it crying because the boss yelled at it for slacking. Nothing of that sort, really.In fact, it was taking its job so seriously that it decided to get us to lead healthier lifestyles by sending the water right to our cubicles' metaphorical doorsteps (I mean, who wouldn't want running water laid?). Either that, or it'd been inspired by legends of worldwide floods. Whatever it was, the water had almost reached my cubicle when my colleague, who'd gotten up to wash her cup, screeched, "OMG the dispenser is leaking water!!!!"
We hurriedly got the cleaner auntie to mop up the mess while Pauline called maintenance. Turned out they were shorthanded and could only make it on Wednesday. We eyed our little artesian well-wannabe.
The maintenance guy came on Tuesday. The hot water was still fine, so we could use that. Turns out, though, that the cold water compartment had sprung a leak and had to be shut off until it could be repaired. As for people like me who prefer our water cold, we would have to walk over to the nearest dispenser at the secondary area for that. Which would be pretty nearby if not for the wall inbetween our workspace and the secondary area. And since walls are mostly impenetrable, that means that we have to walk all the way around.
So for the past 2 days now, I've been making the trek across and back, and I can't help but feel a little like I'm some sort of tribeswoman, walking for miles to the river and filling up my jar before placing it on my head and swaying back. Okay, maybe not the head-jug bit. My cup is a bit small for that sort of stunt. But you get the idea. This is way too much work for a cup of water.
I can't wait till the machine gets fixed.