Perpetually Unfinished
Thursday, August 14, 2003
 
This is my fifth (and last) week of full-time work here at IPR this summer. It was yesterday that I discovered that we actually have a fridge.

At the very beginning of the first week, I scouted out the building to look for a fridge. I couldn't find one anywhere. This was very disappointing, as it limited my eating options. I had to get creative, like freezing lunches overnight so that they'd still be cooled by lunchtime, and bringing an icepack with my lunch while finding ingenious ways to get the icepack to stay against the food. I also had to try to come up with dinners to eat on the days that I went from work at IPR from 10 to 6 to the Phonathon until 9PM, a time so long that no makeshift method of refrigeration could do-- this, unfortunately, has led to a lot of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. (Not that I have anything against PBJs. But it gets tiring.)

However. It turns out there is a fridge. But it is in the oddest place that anyone would ever want to have one. It's in the back room, the one that no one goes into because there's nothing useful there anyway and the door sticks so much that it takes 5 minutes to open. I have been in this room twice in the three years I have worked at this building. But not only is it in that room, it is tucked away in the far corner of the room at such an angle that you cannot see it unless you are within several feet of it, in an area of the room that no one would have any reason to go unless they wanted to use the fridge that they already knew was there.

It reminds me of Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy:

Prosser: But the plans were on display...
Arthur: On display? I eventully had to go down to the cellar to find them.
Prosser: That's the display department.
Arthur: With a flashlight.
Prosser: Ah, well, the lights had probably gone.
Arthur: So had the stairs.
Prosser: But look, you found the notice, didn't you?
Arthur: Yes, yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying "Beware of the Leopard."
 
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Nature attains perfection, but man never does. There is a perfect ant, a perfect bee, but man is perpetually unfinished. He is both an unfinished animal and an unfinished man. It is this incurable unfinishedness which sets man apart from other living things. For, in the attempt to finish himself, man becomes a creator. Moreover, the incurable unfinishedness keeps man perpetually immature, perpetually capable of learning and growing.
--Eric Hoffer





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