lying to me is a bad idea
It is coming up to the 24th hour of my being unwillingly high off a very poisonous and unhealthy chemical. Conclusion: Being high is overrated.
Long story short: Facilities painted this huge office right underneath me and purposely did not file paperwork in order to avoid having to open windows to the office and having to cater to the one dorm room above it. Had they filed paperwork, they would have been denied the right to paint that room until it was student vacation time. They did not want to wait. Thus, they painted the room and shut the doors and windows and let the fumes rise upward of which they actually removed the ceiling covers to let the fumes rise faster. This meant that my room was filled with a fog of paint fumes. The facilities men who I called explicity told me they did not know what was going on even though they worked from THAT office (except, they temporarily relocated in order not to suffer severe paint fume inhalation). They lied. Ensues my yelling and berating every person from that office and Facilities Management for suggesting "It's not that bad, it'll go away eventually". Think about it this way folks, the two guys who came to inspect my room after my call became woozy and nauseous after 20 minutes. Never fucking lie to me, or else I will end you.
Long story short: Facilities painted this huge office right underneath me and purposely did not file paperwork in order to avoid having to open windows to the office and having to cater to the one dorm room above it. Had they filed paperwork, they would have been denied the right to paint that room until it was student vacation time. They did not want to wait. Thus, they painted the room and shut the doors and windows and let the fumes rise upward of which they actually removed the ceiling covers to let the fumes rise faster. This meant that my room was filled with a fog of paint fumes. The facilities men who I called explicity told me they did not know what was going on even though they worked from THAT office (except, they temporarily relocated in order not to suffer severe paint fume inhalation). They lied. Ensues my yelling and berating every person from that office and Facilities Management for suggesting "It's not that bad, it'll go away eventually". Think about it this way folks, the two guys who came to inspect my room after my call became woozy and nauseous after 20 minutes. Never fucking lie to me, or else I will end you.