work and scheduling, with a brief digression on why edibles are more polite than smoking

Today C. from Maintenance and I knocked off all the inspections of our other main building. We were able to do this in a single afternoon, rather than the day and a half it took for [building name redacted], because despite this building having more tenants, its has FAR fewer apartments. (Multi-person units rather than studios, you see.) Also the heat is not under direct tenant control, so there was no need to check thermostats and turn on vent fans.

We found a lot fewer plumbing issues, but a lot more bongs and glass pipes. This doesn't really surprise me, given past years' precedent. No cigarettes, though, which is new and different!

(Listen, I personally do not care what recreational drugs anyone wants to partake of, but we have a strict no-smoking policy in our buildings and that applies regardless of which plants you choose to burn and inhale. Marijuana smoke stinks just as bad as tobacco smoke -- if not more so; while cigarettes are universally vile, some pipe tobaccos can actually be quite nice even once lit on fire -- and that kind of miasma is just straight-up rude to inflict on your neighbors. Also, smoke inhalation fucks up your lungs. Take your weed in edibles like a polite and sensible person.)

Now I am home and have had leftover roasted asparagus (from last night) and leftover macaroni and cheese (from today's lunch) for dinner, and I think I may just go to bed -- you see, I am scheduled from noon to 4pm at Not the IRS tomorrow and after that my afternoon/evening will be eaten by grocery shopping and the monthly Board of Trustees meeting, so if I want to get any personal stuff done, it will have to be in the morning. I am still not really sold on mornings as a concept, but I can do a reasonable imitation of a morning person when needs must, and I think this may be such an instance. *wry*