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Awkward. There's a guy right on the other side of my wall or right above my room, sobbing.
These past couple days have just been weird. I was assigned kitchen duty, so I did it on Monday. For those I haven't told already, when cleaning is assigned to me, it's a guaranteed anxiety attack. So I'm cleaning...slowly...while two Danish guys watched me and talked in Danish. I was all anxious and sweaty from cleaning...not a good sight. Then came washing the floor. This has always been my least favorite chore, because I feel like you can't get away with doing it half-assed. So I'm looking all around for a mop...and a girl told me there was a broom/brush thing they used in the closet, along with the bucket. Get the brush, but can't find the bucket. Turns out it's missing...and she tells me to just do it another day. Now I'm waiting to see if they'll notice that I didn't do it at all because I can't find the bucket.
Yesterday, my spring allergies kicked in full force. Even though I've been taking Zyrtec for at least 10 days now, it's not working. So I was in a daze and felt gross.
Today, I wake up at 9:45 hearing knocks on doors. I realize that they're bug-spraying the whole building between 8am and noon today, tomorrow and Friday! So I get dressed and ready in record timing and run out the door. I'm greeted by another scruffy, surprised guy outside the elevator who tells me that they found "creepy crawly things that bite" in our building....umm...yuck. Good thing I cleaned my room and did laundry last night!
These past couple days have just been weird. I was assigned kitchen duty, so I did it on Monday. For those I haven't told already, when cleaning is assigned to me, it's a guaranteed anxiety attack. So I'm cleaning...slowly...while two Danish guys watched me and talked in Danish. I was all anxious and sweaty from cleaning...not a good sight. Then came washing the floor. This has always been my least favorite chore, because I feel like you can't get away with doing it half-assed. So I'm looking all around for a mop...and a girl told me there was a broom/brush thing they used in the closet, along with the bucket. Get the brush, but can't find the bucket. Turns out it's missing...and she tells me to just do it another day. Now I'm waiting to see if they'll notice that I didn't do it at all because I can't find the bucket.
Yesterday, my spring allergies kicked in full force. Even though I've been taking Zyrtec for at least 10 days now, it's not working. So I was in a daze and felt gross.
Today, I wake up at 9:45 hearing knocks on doors. I realize that they're bug-spraying the whole building between 8am and noon today, tomorrow and Friday! So I get dressed and ready in record timing and run out the door. I'm greeted by another scruffy, surprised guy outside the elevator who tells me that they found "creepy crawly things that bite" in our building....umm...yuck. Good thing I cleaned my room and did laundry last night!