Yesterday a window at this workplace was wide open. From across the room full of cubicles I felt threatened by this brazen, blazing, breezy gash. Signs all over the facility state that the opening of windows is against policy and very dangerous. This particular window, which I did not approach even though I felt like a magnetic force wanted to pull me toward it, looks straight down onto pavement. Why was it open? This side of the place is well air conditioned… I don’t know, but that window screamed at me. First thing I did upon arrival today was to make sure it was closed. It is.
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I’m doing something new. I got a 15.6″ monitor that plugs into the phone and basically turns it into a laptop-sized display. Prior to this I used a janky-ass plastic contraption called a “screen magnifier.” It worked, I can’t complain about that, but it just looked and felt primitive and junky. This almost feels respectable. I paid nothing for it, using gift cards won by playing video games on my phone. I have to be careful, though. With a bigger screen there’s more risk that the occasional appearance of porn on my phone will make its presencefar more visible. I do not maniacally or addictively consume porn on this thing but it happens.
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Did I post this already? I finally found an AI that has heard of the Hell Gate in Astoria. So I told the AI to destroy it.
I also got it to set a LinkNYC kiosk on fire, though this one does not quite satisfy.
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The OMNY card is a new fixture in my days. It is ugly as butt, though I must admit I did not think much of its appearance until others commented on it. I guess you’d call it Brutalist. So far I’ve had no problems but it’s surprising that when you pass through the turnstile you are given no readout of what value is left or when the card expires. You have to go tie up one of the OMNY machines to check your balance. That is dumb. Maybe the turnstiles will be fitted with something that provides an affirmation, and that reminds you when it expires.
An interesting subway conundrum occurred last week. On a Manhattan-bound 7 train approaching Queensboro Plaza the robo announcer said that the elevator was at the front of the platform. I happened to be near the front of the train so I went to find the elevator. It was not there. It was at the “REAH” of the train, the newer robo voices like to pronounce “REAR.”It led me to ask if there is one true front and rear of a subway platform. I would have assumed thesse announcements indicating which end of the platform the elevators are located at would be relative to the direction the train is moving.