Welcome back from a long Thanksgiving break. It was lots of fun. We partied in SLC, had our first Black Friday shopping experience, watched a thrilling football game, and drove like mad people to get back to St. George in time for the Amazing Race. As predicted, internet access was a bit harder to come by, so you missed out on the blogs. But, if you were like me, you were busy enough with other things that you didn't really miss it. But on to today's important topic:
There are no light switches in the clean room. We've got 2 clean rooms here at work, and neither one has a light switch in it. It's actually not a bad idea not to put light switches in the clean room. The switches should be outside the room, so you flip them on before going in and, more importantly, you can still flip them off once you're outside the clean room without dressing back up in your bunny suit. As an aside, bathrooms should have the light switches inside the room, but Shannon's parents house apparently doesn't know that. Anyway, the most peculiar thing about the clean rooms here is that there are no light switches. Period. No where, anywhere, is there a switch on the wall that turns the lights on and off. Millions of dollars we spent on the place and no light switches. We just flip the breakers on and off for the lights. I suppose that in the long run, the clean room is supposed to be running 24/7, so the lights will never need to be off. But still . . . .
2 comments:
You're absolutely 100% correct. Our house doesn't know the light switches should be inside the bathroom instead of out. And you'd be quite correct to point out that we have two bathrooms, and they both have the light switches in the wrong place! Why do you think we've been trying to move? All I can say is, this presented an occasion for fun and games among the children who grew up here, but not nearly as much fun as it could have been if Whitney had been tall enough to reach the light switch at a younger age.
It certainly was fun as a kid, especially if the little Kim was in the bathroom. She was terrified of the dark. Yes, I was a jerk.
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