carnivalesque

Valentine's Day can suck my junk. Here's why:

Issue number 1.

I wake up at 9:10 for my 9:30 exam of doom. The cleaning lady is cleaning the bathroom. I ask if I can shower. She asks if I want chemicals all over my body. I told her it was just a question. She said no I couldn't shower, and was snide with me. So I bitched her out. I told her half the time I try and shower, someone's cleaning, the rest of the time, the floor is soaked and soapy and I fall on my ass. And ended with, "Just so ya know." And as I walked away, she was all, "I'm just doing my job." Whine whine whine. So I had to go to the other bathroom. Granted, not a big deal, but my shower turned out to have a broken faucet, and so it just shot this random useless jet of water up my nose.

Issue number 2.

So I go through the tunnel to the dining hall and I am wearing thin pj pants, a t-shirt, and flip flops. No big deal. BUT THE FIRE ALARM GOES OFF. And I have to go outside like that into the 30 degree weather. And wait, until I realize the other building apparently wasn't on fire and go in there. And wait more. Like 20 minutes. And when I finally get to run back out into the cold to go to the dining hall, I get caught in the rush behind these two lovebirds in northface jackets with their arms around eachother so they're the size of Norway, blocking my entrance into the building so *I* have to stay in the cold for another two minutes.

And now... now I go to work, to call our alumni...

...what fresh hell awaits me there!?

Stay tuned to find out!