On the way in to work today, I noticed that the posted elevator inspection form was actually a “Conditional Certificate of Inspection.” I’m sure there’s no real danger here, but seeing the word CONDITIONAL in uppercase (and repeated at least four times) made me a little wary.
I walked over near Treasure Island on the way to work this morning, wondering if I’d see any of the water/flooding that my neighbor Betsy had posted about, online (last night, she had posted some
videos of a hydrant that had been intentionally opened). My guess was that this was done as part of the pipe work we
saw the other day.
We stopped and asked one of the workers a few questions, and learned that this was a “feeder” pipe, destined for the far suburbs. Smaller water pipes feed the houses in the area, but this guy… apparently transports water out beyond Chicago. And something with the emergency shutoff valve here was broken, or it didn’t work… and it had to be replaced.
I mean, I guess it’s possible that someone started it up again, and then disappeared abruptly again. I dunno – how much gas do these things hold? Can something like this run for 12 or 13 hours, just idling?
Spotted on the way to work.
From the looks of it, this was done by the same hand (looking at how the H and Y are shaped). But it did make me wonder if the inscriptions happened at the same time, or over the course of different days.
Spotted this on my way to work, earlier in the week. A few of the panels in the elevator I was in appeared to be missing a screw or two.
Either way, it felt like a sign of laziness – and it made me smile. The rest of my walk to the train, all I could imagine was someone saying to themselves “Eff it, I’m staying home.”
On my way to work, I stopped at Wabash and Randolph and caught some CTA workers painting the El tracks overhead. At first glance, all I caught was the crane in the middle of the street… but after a few moments, I realized the entire structure was in a state of flux: half painted, half unpainted.
The snow that was falling wasn’t quite hail, but ticked on the roof and windshield of the car. So I knew each bit carried a bit of weight.
Drove in to work today, and used a parking lot nearby. As I was taking the elevator down to the ground floor, I noticed this sign – warning about the second floor.
On my way in to work today, I saw this car just sitting in the street – a few feet from the front of my office. It was in the wrong lane, pointed at oncoming traffic.
Whenever there’s a strong rain (with strong winds), I tend to find discarded umbrellas on my way to work. And the funny thing is, whenever one person has discarded their umbrella – that act seems to attract or encourage others to do the same.
On the days when I get off at the Van Buren stop, I pass by this small little door at the base of the ramp. I always wonder what might be behind it, and always thought about pausing to take a photo.