I don't know if I have ever mentioned it, but I am educated in architecture. I took architectural history courses, but still couldn't tell you the difference between the Pantheon and the Parthenon. Shit like that comes in handy when playing trivia board games. Or, at least I assume it does, but I didn't retain the knowledge either way.
I always wanted to be in something construction related. My Dad always had an interest and a gift for building things, including designing and physically building his own house with the help of my naive and terrified mother.
So, after a stressful run at advertising in the big city of Toronto, I went back to school for Architectural Technology.
Pretty.Bad.Error.
Not my cup of tea. Not only do I NOT understand many of the concepts, I also happen to SUCK at retaining information and feeling comfortable alone with a dude or bunch of dudes on a job site.
However, in the years I did work in the field, I learned a few things. One of those things?
Architects can really be assholes.
Really.
Some have their big, grand ideas and not a lick of sense when it comes to practical layouts and functionality.
Now that you are all asleep at your computers, I will get to my next point:
Windows in bathrooms. More specifically, windows in motherf*cking showers.
Who thinks this is a good idea? I am not an exhibitionist (unless I have had a few too many vodka and cranberries, current belly situation excluded).
I am also not fond of mould, mildew, rust, and rotten wood frames.
Whoever believes a window in a shower is a good idea is, quite frankly, a dipshit. Unless the window is sealed properly, and the layout is designed with water infiltration in mind, it is going to fail.
In our rental house, I present exhibit A:
But it gets better. First off, these aren't privacy mini-blinds - you know, the kind with the sealed holes where the string lines up. But even BETTER, I present exhibit B:
That's right. Just outside that window is the top of the stairs where our front door sits. So if anyone is standing there, they could, realistically, look left and see you in the shower naked, even with the blinds drawn. The holes where the strings go could easily display some nipple. And the strings are all stretched out of shape and ready to fail, as they are not intended to be wet all the time.
Not only that, the metal blinds that are in there have rusted, and always stick together, making it impossible to raise the shade when you are looking for some grey BC daylight.
Not that you'd want someone to be able to watch you on the crapper, too, but I digress.
Seriously - an elderly lady lived in the house before us. Who redesigned her bathroom and felt this was a good solution?
So how did I handle it?Logically and maturely, of course. I brainstormed with my mom and decided plastering tinfoil would solve my problems. (Well, not ALL my problems... wouldn't that be nice? No, just my fear-of-displaying-nipple-at-the-front-door problems). So that is what I did. I used some packing tape and made it impossible for the UPS man to watch me suds up my pregnant belly. At least, you know, from my front door.
The webcam shows I do are TOTALLY different.
At least those are on my terms.
Heh.
So at least now I am quite certain that tinfoiling over a window puts me in the "undeniably f*cking batshit crazy" category, instead of your ho-hum "major depressive disorder" kind of instability.
But stop me if I start wearing it on my head.
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I always wanted to be in something construction related. My Dad always had an interest and a gift for building things, including designing and physically building his own house with the help of my naive and terrified mother.
So, after a stressful run at advertising in the big city of Toronto, I went back to school for Architectural Technology.
Pretty.Bad.Error.
Not my cup of tea. Not only do I NOT understand many of the concepts, I also happen to SUCK at retaining information and feeling comfortable alone with a dude or bunch of dudes on a job site.
However, in the years I did work in the field, I learned a few things. One of those things?
Architects can really be assholes.
Really.
Some have their big, grand ideas and not a lick of sense when it comes to practical layouts and functionality.
Now that you are all asleep at your computers, I will get to my next point:
Windows in bathrooms. More specifically, windows in motherf*cking showers.
Who thinks this is a good idea? I am not an exhibitionist (unless I have had a few too many vodka and cranberries, current belly situation excluded).
I am also not fond of mould, mildew, rust, and rotten wood frames.
Whoever believes a window in a shower is a good idea is, quite frankly, a dipshit. Unless the window is sealed properly, and the layout is designed with water infiltration in mind, it is going to fail.
In our rental house, I present exhibit A:
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| Shower to the left, and window to the right. Large window, at that. |
But it gets better. First off, these aren't privacy mini-blinds - you know, the kind with the sealed holes where the string lines up. But even BETTER, I present exhibit B:
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| It could be said that with the blinds down someone PROBABLY couldn't see in, but I have way too many trust and body issues and far too much paranoia to just believe that. |
That's right. Just outside that window is the top of the stairs where our front door sits. So if anyone is standing there, they could, realistically, look left and see you in the shower naked, even with the blinds drawn. The holes where the strings go could easily display some nipple. And the strings are all stretched out of shape and ready to fail, as they are not intended to be wet all the time.
Not only that, the metal blinds that are in there have rusted, and always stick together, making it impossible to raise the shade when you are looking for some grey BC daylight.
Not that you'd want someone to be able to watch you on the crapper, too, but I digress.
Seriously - an elderly lady lived in the house before us. Who redesigned her bathroom and felt this was a good solution?
So how did I handle it?
The webcam shows I do are TOTALLY different.
At least those are on my terms.
Heh.
So at least now I am quite certain that tinfoiling over a window puts me in the "undeniably f*cking batshit crazy" category, instead of your ho-hum "major depressive disorder" kind of instability.
But stop me if I start wearing it on my head.
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