Flailing Wildly.

Here was today’s mission: Go to Simon Fraser University and pick up a car at someplace called the Verdant Building. So simple!

Not.

The Verdant Building is in this set of condos east of SFU, where I thought the mountain was too steep to actually build. See, here’s my theory: Learning is dangerous, so they put Vancouver-area universities up mountains or on the edge of the city, practically in the ocean. Because if you’re brave enough for bears, you’re brave enough for Philosophy 101. Apparently.

So I get off the bus and wander around in the woods for 20 minutes, am scolded by squirrels, and finally find the place. The condos look prefab and I don’t see how they’re even sticking on the wild and rainy side of the mountain. But they are, and I’m there. So. I call the Co-op for the access code. Talk to lovely Tom the (I think) South African guy in the office. But the access code he gives me doesn’t work. He hangs up to call security to let me in, and I think, “Christ, here I am wasting their time again. Moron.” I feel like the biggest idiot in the world, because, duh, who is smarter, me or the access gate? Um. The gate, until I tried it enough times so it worked. I called Tom back to let him know, and got the car. But I do fear that the office folk think I’m a bit of a twit.

Sometimes I think the Co-op is going to can me just for being a total chowderhead.

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