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Girl Gamers - Take part in interesting MMORPG research! :)
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Mon, Jun. 30th, 2008 03:42 pm (UTC)
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I thought the section about coping strategies and problem solving was interesting, particularly in light of a recent experience of my own.
In February -- winter, in New York City -- I got locked out of my apartment, stupidly. I was wearing a tank top and shorts (I had been working out) and socks: no shoes, no keys, no cell phone, no anything -- and my roommate on a plane on her way to Florida for a week! I did get the problem solved and get back inside of my apartment within 90 minutes (and met some great neighbors in the process) and afterwards I realized: I approached this problem the exact same way I approach strange problems in video games. My games of choice have always been "adventure games," with complex problem-solving, and lo and behold, I WASN'T just making crap up to convince my mother they were good for me fifteen years ago; they really did change my problem-solving and coping skills! 
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Mon, Jun. 30th, 2008 04:16 pm (UTC)
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First I tried knocking on some neighbors' doors on my floor, figuring they'd have the super's number. The woman next door didn't speak any English, so that didn't help.
So I tried to go bang on the super's apartment door, except they'd shut down elevator access to the basement an hour early (it was 7:30, we were supposed to have basement access until 8:30) and the stairs don't go there. So I ran around some more and eventually found the stairs down to the super's door, in the alley outside of the building. (February... no shoes... shorts...) I ran down there a few times but no-one ever answered.
The super's number was printed on a sign in the lobby, so I was standing in the lobby trying to memorize it when a minor miracle occured. Two neighbors I'd never seen before (until that night I'd thought I was the only white person living in the building; this was a HEAVILY Hispanic area of NYC) came strolling in with their English books and knitting and took pity on me. I asked if I could use their cell phones for a moment, and they said that they didn't have their phones on them, but I was welcome to come to their apartment and have some dinner and maybe borrow some shoes and would I like a sweatshirt? And we dug their lease out and called the emergency number from there, and thirty minutes later the super came by and broke me into my own apartment.
It was the stupidest thing, too -- I'd been taking out the trash. The trash chute was leaning distance from my front door, so I was leaning, but I had the windows open because I'd been working out (those pre-war buildings get SO overheated in the winter) and an evil gust apparently decided to laugh at me by slamming the door. And that was the first and only time my roommate had ever pushed the button that makes the door self-locking... >_ 
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