It started out so well....
Bad night.
Why did I think living in the dorms was a good idea?
So my roommates have a thing. Friends over for beer pong. Apparently this happens every weekend, I just haven't been here to see it.
Midnight rolls around and I want to go to bed. No sign of the noise abating. I heard ONE "Keep it down guys, we have roommates" at like 9:30, so at least she tried. I plan to go out and say "hey guys, trying to sleep now", because dammit, I fucking live here too, and the acoustics of these apartments make it so that it's impossible NOT to hear every word they're saying.
I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth. There's a fucking Coors Light can on our bathroom counter.
Let me explain something about the implied boundaries of this roommate situation. When I went in and used the Hawaiians' bathroom because ours was clogged, or because Ivanna was in ours taking a shower, I got an Oh So Polite "I'd prefer if you asked permission before using our bathroom." And I fucking LIVE here. But I haven't used theirs since.
When my friends came around to use the loo on the way home from the camping trip, I directed them to our loo.
I expect the same fucking courtesy in return. Or if they're going to use our bathroom, I don't fucking CARE how drunk they are, they are NOT going to leave their shit in OUR SPACE. It's bad enough that I have to listen to you fuckers (while having a nervous breakdown about the environmental issues of the world, but that's another story entirely), but I have to fucking CLEAN UP AFTER YOU?
No. This is not ok.
So I went out and said "Hey guys. Trying to sleep now. And please don't leave beer cans in our bathroom." Went over, put it in the recycling, said thanks, walked out.
Luckily, they remove themselves expediently.
But not twenty minutes later, from upstairs - which has been all evening silent - I hear a series of thunderous pounding and thumping, very sudden and very localized over my bedroom. I know at least a couple of them saw me going into my room, so they knew what room I was in. This went on for a minute or two, then stopped, and has been silent ever since.
I think they were exacting revenge. For asking them to be quiet SO I COULD SLEEP and respect OUR SPACE.
How fucking immature can you get?
Tomorrow, I'm talking to the Hawaiians about the two things in this situation I DO have a say about: the use of our bathroom, and lateness of noisy guests. I'm pretty certain that the dorm "quiet hours" are officially 10 pm-7 am. I let it go past that because it's a Friday, but seriously - midnight is excessive. And letting their friends use our bathroom when they've asked even us who live here not to use theirs without permission is plain hypocrisy.
And now, I sleep. I'm shaking with exhaustion and irritation.
Why did I think living in the dorms was a good idea?
So my roommates have a thing. Friends over for beer pong. Apparently this happens every weekend, I just haven't been here to see it.
Midnight rolls around and I want to go to bed. No sign of the noise abating. I heard ONE "Keep it down guys, we have roommates" at like 9:30, so at least she tried. I plan to go out and say "hey guys, trying to sleep now", because dammit, I fucking live here too, and the acoustics of these apartments make it so that it's impossible NOT to hear every word they're saying.
I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth. There's a fucking Coors Light can on our bathroom counter.
Let me explain something about the implied boundaries of this roommate situation. When I went in and used the Hawaiians' bathroom because ours was clogged, or because Ivanna was in ours taking a shower, I got an Oh So Polite "I'd prefer if you asked permission before using our bathroom." And I fucking LIVE here. But I haven't used theirs since.
When my friends came around to use the loo on the way home from the camping trip, I directed them to our loo.
I expect the same fucking courtesy in return. Or if they're going to use our bathroom, I don't fucking CARE how drunk they are, they are NOT going to leave their shit in OUR SPACE. It's bad enough that I have to listen to you fuckers (while having a nervous breakdown about the environmental issues of the world, but that's another story entirely), but I have to fucking CLEAN UP AFTER YOU?
No. This is not ok.
So I went out and said "Hey guys. Trying to sleep now. And please don't leave beer cans in our bathroom." Went over, put it in the recycling, said thanks, walked out.
Luckily, they remove themselves expediently.
But not twenty minutes later, from upstairs - which has been all evening silent - I hear a series of thunderous pounding and thumping, very sudden and very localized over my bedroom. I know at least a couple of them saw me going into my room, so they knew what room I was in. This went on for a minute or two, then stopped, and has been silent ever since.
I think they were exacting revenge. For asking them to be quiet SO I COULD SLEEP and respect OUR SPACE.
How fucking immature can you get?
Tomorrow, I'm talking to the Hawaiians about the two things in this situation I DO have a say about: the use of our bathroom, and lateness of noisy guests. I'm pretty certain that the dorm "quiet hours" are officially 10 pm-7 am. I let it go past that because it's a Friday, but seriously - midnight is excessive. And letting their friends use our bathroom when they've asked even us who live here not to use theirs without permission is plain hypocrisy.
And now, I sleep. I'm shaking with exhaustion and irritation.