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Dec. 12th, 2005 05:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
felis_ultharusToday I woke up at 5:19 am, after less than 4 hours sleep. I crawled into Concordia's Hall Building before dawn, and put my 19-page-(over-the-page-limit) essay in the overnight drop box.
I watched sunrise and sunset over the snow-covered Mount Royal today from the 22nd floor of a downtown office building.
In fact, this was "the Borg Cube" I ranted about some months ago which took 24 hours last time to issue us visitors' keycards to leave the security area so we could use the bathroom.
This time, they decided we were too much of a security risk to issue keycards at all. >_<
So, how were we to get into the security area? We were to wait by the door, trying to sneak in before it closed. Or tell some person opening the door our story, and hope they believed us and let us in, even though we have no proof of who we are, or even any proof our school exists. We were to do this every time we left to use the washroom or grab a coffee.
People I encountered at the door fit into exactly two categories: those who were so used to security's stupidity they let us without question (and if we had been thieves, we could easily have gotten access to personal bank accounts since half the office was empty) or people who interrogated us and still slammed the door in our faces (thus locking out invited guests).
In other words, there is no real security because the sane people on that floor have to ignore the security rules to keep the place functioning. If they'd let us go to security with notice from our contact in Quebec City, with ID, and with verification from our company, they could keep track of our movements and their employees could enforce the security rules without a problem.
Gah.
In other news, I've written so much background for one character of my novel, I'm worried it'll turn into a novella of its own. My novel is already more than 250 pages.
I watched sunrise and sunset over the snow-covered Mount Royal today from the 22nd floor of a downtown office building.
In fact, this was "the Borg Cube" I ranted about some months ago which took 24 hours last time to issue us visitors' keycards to leave the security area so we could use the bathroom.
This time, they decided we were too much of a security risk to issue keycards at all. >_<
So, how were we to get into the security area? We were to wait by the door, trying to sneak in before it closed. Or tell some person opening the door our story, and hope they believed us and let us in, even though we have no proof of who we are, or even any proof our school exists. We were to do this every time we left to use the washroom or grab a coffee.
People I encountered at the door fit into exactly two categories: those who were so used to security's stupidity they let us without question (and if we had been thieves, we could easily have gotten access to personal bank accounts since half the office was empty) or people who interrogated us and still slammed the door in our faces (thus locking out invited guests).
In other words, there is no real security because the sane people on that floor have to ignore the security rules to keep the place functioning. If they'd let us go to security with notice from our contact in Quebec City, with ID, and with verification from our company, they could keep track of our movements and their employees could enforce the security rules without a problem.
Gah.
In other news, I've written so much background for one character of my novel, I'm worried it'll turn into a novella of its own. My novel is already more than 250 pages.
