The construction continues. Here’s what I’m listening to right now:

1. an ear-piercing power-saw

2. a guy repeating over and over the phrase, “Sit, Ubu, sit,” loud enough to be heard over aforementioned saw

3. a guy telling another guy, “Well, that doesn’t look any better.”

4. a guy replying, “Fuck. I know.”

5. a lot of REALLY AWFUL singing, including “Dream, dream, dreaam”

The door to our wing locks itself after 5 p.m., and few of us have keys. A lot of times, if we’re here late, we just prop the door open with a chair so our students can get in. Also, lately, the air circulation in here has been cut off, so the door gets propped open in the daytime, too. Someone printed out a little sign and taped it to the door. It says something like this: “To the person who keeps propping this door open after hours, It has a security lock for a reason. Please don’t prop it open after five when it’s set to lock.” Someone else wrote in pencil undernteath this message: “We have a plastic wall. I don’t think this lock really makes it secure in here. Just don’t leave valuables in this office.”