6:50 - Roommate being noisy, and I still have 10 minutes until I have to wake up!
7:00 - Alarm rings, I grab my phone, and I read my emails.
7:05 - Roommate leaves, I get ready for shower.
7:06-7:15 - Ah, shower. And the wonders of life.
7:16 - LOCKED OUT.
Needless to say, I had an interesting morning. Not once before this school year have I been locked out of my own room, and worse off, nearly nude. I know my roommate isn't the smartest person in the world, but really? I think some people should pay attention - my pants, wallet, phone, and KEYS were in plain sight, yet he still locked the door. Only question being asked besides the keys in the room part: "Why would I leave my pants in my room?"
But that was only the beginning of my troubles. I stand there thinking for a minute or two of what to do (as I now realize my phone - means of contact - is in there too), and decide to walk to an open door and ask for help. He runs down to the help desk only to find that I have to talk to the building supervisor (surprise, is unavailable). I then call the 24 hour help desk to see what I can do, where they say that they are unable to help - only the RA can. I eventually find my RA, who is sleeping due to his messed up schedule, where he tells that he cannot help and only the 24 hour help desk can.
The 24 Hour Help Desk is in another building. It's below freezing outside and snowing a little. I only have a tower and my sandals.
But being a nice guy, my RA lets me borrow some of his clothes.
While I am not exactly the "perfect" image for fitness, I am not fat (with exception to the little on my stomach). My RA on the other hand, is a twig. The clothes were VERY tight.
I assume the super hero pose walking out the door, in sandals (with snow!!!), tight sweatpants, a s/m shirt (I like XL, because I have broad shoulders), and my towel. Eventually making it to the help desk, I ask for help to get back into my room, where the lady behind the desk asks for my ID. *facepalm*
My ID was in my room - something she apparently didn't think about. So then she had me guess around for my ID number, eventually caving in and just asking if the number was mine. I told her yes, signed some papers, got back into my room, and started preparing for my day with nearly frozen hair - at 8:00.
I find it astounding how little help people can be at times, and then there's those who just don't think. My roommate is one, but I don't dislike him - he just doesn't think. Sein Gehirn ist nicht da. It's okay, I can pretend his face is those of my enemies in video games if I need to relieve stress. And hey - if it wasn't illegal, I would probably walk over to the help desk almost nude with exception to my towel. It would be a nice breeze at least!
Something new you know:
- I'm comfortable with mehself.
- People can be stupid.
Note: I recommend never getting locked out of your room - even though it can prosper into great stories, the experience at the time can set you back. Hence, I was late to work.
7:00 - Alarm rings, I grab my phone, and I read my emails.
7:05 - Roommate leaves, I get ready for shower.
7:06-7:15 - Ah, shower. And the wonders of life.
7:16 - LOCKED OUT.
Needless to say, I had an interesting morning. Not once before this school year have I been locked out of my own room, and worse off, nearly nude. I know my roommate isn't the smartest person in the world, but really? I think some people should pay attention - my pants, wallet, phone, and KEYS were in plain sight, yet he still locked the door. Only question being asked besides the keys in the room part: "Why would I leave my pants in my room?"
But that was only the beginning of my troubles. I stand there thinking for a minute or two of what to do (as I now realize my phone - means of contact - is in there too), and decide to walk to an open door and ask for help. He runs down to the help desk only to find that I have to talk to the building supervisor (surprise, is unavailable). I then call the 24 hour help desk to see what I can do, where they say that they are unable to help - only the RA can. I eventually find my RA, who is sleeping due to his messed up schedule, where he tells that he cannot help and only the 24 hour help desk can.
The 24 Hour Help Desk is in another building. It's below freezing outside and snowing a little. I only have a tower and my sandals.
But being a nice guy, my RA lets me borrow some of his clothes.
While I am not exactly the "perfect" image for fitness, I am not fat (with exception to the little on my stomach). My RA on the other hand, is a twig. The clothes were VERY tight.
I assume the super hero pose walking out the door, in sandals (with snow!!!), tight sweatpants, a s/m shirt (I like XL, because I have broad shoulders), and my towel. Eventually making it to the help desk, I ask for help to get back into my room, where the lady behind the desk asks for my ID. *facepalm*
My ID was in my room - something she apparently didn't think about. So then she had me guess around for my ID number, eventually caving in and just asking if the number was mine. I told her yes, signed some papers, got back into my room, and started preparing for my day with nearly frozen hair - at 8:00.
I find it astounding how little help people can be at times, and then there's those who just don't think. My roommate is one, but I don't dislike him - he just doesn't think. Sein Gehirn ist nicht da. It's okay, I can pretend his face is those of my enemies in video games if I need to relieve stress. And hey - if it wasn't illegal, I would probably walk over to the help desk almost nude with exception to my towel. It would be a nice breeze at least!
Something new you know:
- I'm comfortable with mehself.
- People can be stupid.
Note: I recommend never getting locked out of your room - even though it can prosper into great stories, the experience at the time can set you back. Hence, I was late to work.
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