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ARGH!!!!
Excuse me while I go dismember a bitch.
Ok, so, rooming situation.
I was expecting to make my big room switch sometime between 2 and 3:30(Friday afternoon) and be sleeping in my new room that night. Around 2:30, I call the girl I'm switching with to find out where she is. She's at work, aparently, and thought we were switching on Sunday(to which my brain said "Fuck no, I want most if not all weekend to settle in!"). So then we come up with 10:30 PM. Kinda late, but still doable. So me and my future roomie are waiting in the downstairs lobby being amused by the squishy Hallmark Channel Movie and waiting for the other girl, because whichever door she uses will force her to go right past us. By 9 we're both getting antsy. We want this move done damnit! By 10 we're getting frustrated, and I'm starting to mutter threats. By 10:20 I'm growling and my future roomie is simply resigned, and we've called her twice. At 11, just as we're heading up to our rooms, she calls back. Where had she been? Skiiing. She was fucking skiing when she told us we would make the switch. She didn't even give us the courtesy of calling or, hell, even a text would have been enough! We take the elevator up and I'm ranting and raving and cursing to make my cousin proud(he's a marine). When we get to our floor the first thing I do is kick my door. I go into my room and curse for another moment, giving the door a few more good kicks. Went out and talked to a few of the people on the floor still around, and they suggested we make the switch for her. I disagreed, went and talked to my RA about it, and finally we decided that we would wait one more night. The only thing is; I had already stripped my bed. I have no sheets on the bed. I convinced the kids I had talked to that, as a girl scout, I'd slept in worse conditions, and I could deal with it for one night. They agreed, albeit rather reluctantly, and left. I went and took a near-scalding shower to relax and made my bed a special way. So right now, I'm sleeping on one blanket, and under two others. Fun times!
So yeah, I'm ticked. I am pissed as fucking hell right now. And this is after I've calmed down a lot. Because this isn't the first time this other girl has flaked off to do something else. The bitch fucking told us we could make the damned switch tonight, and she didn't even send us a Goddamn text to tell us her plans had changed!
I wish I had steel toe boots, because then I could just kick her a little and it would hurt like a motherfucker.
Ok. That is all.
Ok, so, rooming situation.
I was expecting to make my big room switch sometime between 2 and 3:30(Friday afternoon) and be sleeping in my new room that night. Around 2:30, I call the girl I'm switching with to find out where she is. She's at work, aparently, and thought we were switching on Sunday(to which my brain said "Fuck no, I want most if not all weekend to settle in!"). So then we come up with 10:30 PM. Kinda late, but still doable. So me and my future roomie are waiting in the downstairs lobby being amused by the squishy Hallmark Channel Movie and waiting for the other girl, because whichever door she uses will force her to go right past us. By 9 we're both getting antsy. We want this move done damnit! By 10 we're getting frustrated, and I'm starting to mutter threats. By 10:20 I'm growling and my future roomie is simply resigned, and we've called her twice. At 11, just as we're heading up to our rooms, she calls back. Where had she been? Skiiing. She was fucking skiing when she told us we would make the switch. She didn't even give us the courtesy of calling or, hell, even a text would have been enough! We take the elevator up and I'm ranting and raving and cursing to make my cousin proud(he's a marine). When we get to our floor the first thing I do is kick my door. I go into my room and curse for another moment, giving the door a few more good kicks. Went out and talked to a few of the people on the floor still around, and they suggested we make the switch for her. I disagreed, went and talked to my RA about it, and finally we decided that we would wait one more night. The only thing is; I had already stripped my bed. I have no sheets on the bed. I convinced the kids I had talked to that, as a girl scout, I'd slept in worse conditions, and I could deal with it for one night. They agreed, albeit rather reluctantly, and left. I went and took a near-scalding shower to relax and made my bed a special way. So right now, I'm sleeping on one blanket, and under two others. Fun times!
So yeah, I'm ticked. I am pissed as fucking hell right now. And this is after I've calmed down a lot. Because this isn't the first time this other girl has flaked off to do something else. The bitch fucking told us we could make the damned switch tonight, and she didn't even send us a Goddamn text to tell us her plans had changed!
I wish I had steel toe boots, because then I could just kick her a little and it would hurt like a motherfucker.
Ok. That is all.