Sunday, September 2, 2007
The key of destiny
So one of the tasks that comes with my glamorous lead janitor job here is that I get to (have to) take a turn at being the keeper of the master key. That means when all these drunk-ass Antarcticans lock themselves out of their rooms, I have to go and find them and let them in. Just by coicidence, most of the people I've had to let in this week have been people I know! I should stop feeding them beer, and maybe they'd remember their keys! Ha! Sucky part -- I can't leave town, which means no hikes, no trips to Scott Base (the New Zealand base down the road) etc. There's plenty to keep me busy here though, so, as most people say around here, no worries.