Shocking

Winter is really here.  The true test of winter is when you get little electric shocks all day long - and big ones when you touch the light switch.  I thought Baker Lake was going to be different - maybe something with the inland climate....I don't know; but I was wrong (sadly, very wrong).  I hate those little shocks.  I spend my day touching metal so I won't get a great big one.  I get off my chair and touch my filing cabinet.  I move to the whiteboard and touch the metal railing.  Sometimes I keep my hand on it - but if I don't, then I touch the TV before turning away from the board.  (At this point I know that I look like someone with a bad case of the ritual touching need -- OCD, like Monk on TV).  There is nothing metal along the short wall so I have no choice but to get a wee shock as I touch the door jamb.  If I have to turn the lights off I touch the other door jamb and then the metal plate before I touch the switch -- just an added precaution.  Coming into my class is fun.  The door is always locked so I touch my key to the lock and watch the pretty blue spark (hateful things).  At least that one doesn't travel up my arm.  The other day I kept adding water to a kettle in the staffroom because I wouldn't unplug it.  I hate electricity.  Before I got my automatic shut off kettle, the only one I owned was a stovetop deal.  Getting the picture of Cindy and electricity.....  So, I can't wait for winter to be over - and it has nothing to do with parkas and boots and everything to do with being able to walk around freely and not cringe before touching a metal surface.  Hurry up Spring.

Cindy (who is wondering if wearing only cotton will help.  Hmmmm)