So I was here earlier this week:
I suspect what most people see is a large, pretty indoor space, or perhaps a marvel of architecture.
What I see is a maintenance nightmare. Every time I look at something like this, I go, “Those fans up there! What happens when they break? Oh my God, these poor bastards could fall to their deaths. And who the hell puts lights up over here? They burn out, some minimum-wage schmuck has to risk his damn life to change the bulb. And who washes these windows? What happens when one breaks? That’s all pretty high up, you know.”
This happens with every lighted sign I see. Gas Station sign? I’m looking for the access ladder, picturing poor Chuck The New Guy schlepping a bag of fragile fluorescents up to the top of a cold, windy place, cursing the day he got this job. He has a fear of heights like I do, I’m sure of it. Has his insurance even kicked in yet? Did anyone train him?
There’s Chuck, hanging by a thread, all so he can pay the insurance on his ’91 Escort. He hates life. Why didn’t they design this shit better?
Cross-posted from Ferrett's Real Blog.