Here I am, listening to Billie Holiday, frustrated with the internet connection in my little epileptic seizure of an office. Days like this are particularly frustrating. The fan, set on three, is spinning away on its one way track while the cold blue tint of the fluorescent light sends a shadow pulsating around the room like a strobe light. It’s 6:30 pm so sunset is upon us at the equator and the slow darkening outside takes with it any natural light in the office.
It’s enough to make a girl feel like she’s having a seizure. The continuous strobe is barely bearable in the daytime in less so now. Today a maintenance contractor was supposed to move the light so it is no longer mounted just above the fan, but on the furthest wall just below the height of the fan blades. My theory is that if the source of light changes, the shadows disappear. I’ve never really thought over ceiling fan design before, but now I can tell you exactly where not to position them in relation to each other. Well, I would, if the maintenance guy had showed up at 1 pm while I was out to lunch as we agreed upon yesterday. If he ever shows up tomorrow, I’ll let you know how it goes.
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