One of my favorite things about working at UT is that many of the buildings are very old and very beautiful. There are gorgeous stained glass windows, incredible wood floors, ornate ceilings, and beautiful architectural achievements everywhere. I spend most of my lunch breaks just ambling around by myself smiling at things. Not creepy at all.
Unfortunately, all this beauty is a bit distracting. For one, I have almost caused absolute calamity for many a cyclist. You would think that as someone who is moderately terrified of cycling on the street, I would have more awareness and pay more attention to the fact that cyclists exist. Nope. I’ve been here for two months and I still forget to check for them. It’s so hard to look both ways when crossing a pathway when you are looking straight up at massive oak trees.
I don’t know WTF it’s going to take for me to pay attention, but I almost walked right in front of some poor guy yesterday. Thankfully, the person behind me pulled me back on the sidewalk before I stepped into the cyclist’s path. I feel so horrible every time and I just want to chase them down the street screaming that I’m very sorry and very stupid.
Additionally, the beauty extends into many offices which are equipped with magnificent book shelves. Instead of focusing on the task at hand, I often find myself noting titles of interest rather than taking actual notes. It takes a significant effort to stare at the people and not the books.
Just come to me, books. Come to your mother.
I also discovered a library two floors above my office. I had no idea. I felt like I had found Atlantis when I stumbled upon it. This might be a good diet because who needs a sandwich when you have books and carved ceilings to attend to. I’ve already given notice to my co-workers as to where they can find me should I fail to return from lunch.
There’s a bar (an actual alochol-selling bar) on campus that sells Blue Bell milkshakes. Those are two of my favorite things. I haven’t actually stopped for a drink, but I might have made a lunch out of the milkshake once. Or twice. Don’t go there, they are unbelievably good.
Even Ron Swanson can’t resist the lure of ice cream.