The problem of working out of town in the middle of suburbia on a campus surrounded by wetlands it that you are indeed cut off from everything the entire eight hours you are on campus. Every errand becomes a chore involving getting your car and driving off campus.
This morning I wanted coffee and I wanted it BAD, in the way only a true addict can crave his or her caffeine fix. Now do we provide coffee on campus? Yes. Is it palatable or even drinkable, NO! Do I own a car? No. Is there a Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts anywhere less than a mile and a half away? NO! You see how the universe is against me.
Now if I worked in Dick Van Dyke’s office, not only would I have the benefit of working all ay with the likes of Buddy and Sally wisecracking it up, (not to mention being located in New York !!!!) But at any given moment I could simply call downstairs and have the coffee shop send up coffee and Danish all delivered by an extra in need of a walk on role.
The only thing I could get by calling downstairs right now is one of the tutors from the skills center.
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