The Troubles of a Delegate
Housing sucks.
So, in 13 hours, I have a meeting with Harry, the owner of the condo that my roommates and I will be living in for the next year. Now let me just rant about Harry for a second. First of all, he's a horrible manager who does things completely for his own convenience and acts as if it is SUCH a big deal anytime he concedes to or accommodates anything! And he seems incapable of giving any advance notice. For instance, this morning he calls me--after being out of contact with me for over a week--telling me that he would like to arrange a meeting for 5:30 the same afternoon to do a walk-through of the place and to give us our keys and everything. I ask him if it would make a difference if we meet tomorrow as opposed to today and he tells me that it makes a BIG difference because that means that he has to make two separate trips to Berkeley instead of just the one! He has the gall to sound so inconvenienced and annoyed with the fact that I'm not sitting around waiting for his call so that I can schedule my life around it. And the worst part is the fact that I have been doing that! I couldn't give my mom a time/date to move the furniture or ask others for help moving it or tell my roommate when to meet up for the walk-through or anything! To everyone, all I've been saying is, "Sorry, I just don't know yet. I'll let you know when I do."
I really regret having ever contacted him in the first place. Of my three roommates and I, the one that he will be talking with--because talking with four different people is too complicated for him--is me. For a year. X_X I'm having so much trouble with learning how to answer to everyone because I have to separately be in communication with Harry, my roommates, my parents, and all other random parties involved. Harry's asking me for times and stuff that I can't answer for myself alone because I have to make sure it's good for everyone, my roommates are all scattered and I haven't been able to reach people when I most need to, my mom is asking all of these questions about what Harry wants and rent and why this or why that, and I can't even give details or answers to any of the people from whom I am asking for help. No party involved can be satisfied and I'm left feeling like a horrible person for not being able to make anyone happy because let's face it: I'm a people-pleaser. Although this may be a valuable position to be in because I'll need to learn how to work with other people anyway, I'm just feeling a bit fed up.
Phew...feels much better after the rant. I feel like I can never stay too upset when I write everything out because it detaches myself enough so that I can say, well look at it this way...and hopefully find a more optimistic perspective on things. That and the fact that I have so many other wonderful things in my life to make me realize how good I have it. :) (Complete 180, huh?)
So, in 13 hours, I have a meeting with Harry, the owner of the condo that my roommates and I will be living in for the next year. Now let me just rant about Harry for a second. First of all, he's a horrible manager who does things completely for his own convenience and acts as if it is SUCH a big deal anytime he concedes to or accommodates anything! And he seems incapable of giving any advance notice. For instance, this morning he calls me--after being out of contact with me for over a week--telling me that he would like to arrange a meeting for 5:30 the same afternoon to do a walk-through of the place and to give us our keys and everything. I ask him if it would make a difference if we meet tomorrow as opposed to today and he tells me that it makes a BIG difference because that means that he has to make two separate trips to Berkeley instead of just the one! He has the gall to sound so inconvenienced and annoyed with the fact that I'm not sitting around waiting for his call so that I can schedule my life around it. And the worst part is the fact that I have been doing that! I couldn't give my mom a time/date to move the furniture or ask others for help moving it or tell my roommate when to meet up for the walk-through or anything! To everyone, all I've been saying is, "Sorry, I just don't know yet. I'll let you know when I do."
I really regret having ever contacted him in the first place. Of my three roommates and I, the one that he will be talking with--because talking with four different people is too complicated for him--is me. For a year. X_X I'm having so much trouble with learning how to answer to everyone because I have to separately be in communication with Harry, my roommates, my parents, and all other random parties involved. Harry's asking me for times and stuff that I can't answer for myself alone because I have to make sure it's good for everyone, my roommates are all scattered and I haven't been able to reach people when I most need to, my mom is asking all of these questions about what Harry wants and rent and why this or why that, and I can't even give details or answers to any of the people from whom I am asking for help. No party involved can be satisfied and I'm left feeling like a horrible person for not being able to make anyone happy because let's face it: I'm a people-pleaser. Although this may be a valuable position to be in because I'll need to learn how to work with other people anyway, I'm just feeling a bit fed up.
Phew...feels much better after the rant. I feel like I can never stay too upset when I write everything out because it detaches myself enough so that I can say, well look at it this way...and hopefully find a more optimistic perspective on things. That and the fact that I have so many other wonderful things in my life to make me realize how good I have it. :) (Complete 180, huh?)