Irritations #3
or I Hate Doyle Hall
Nothing like moving in to a room and finding...
...Coke and duct tape goop all over the floor.
...shelves that break once you've gotten several things on top.
...cable television lines that do not work.
...Internet that does not work.
...two desk chairs, one desk.
...a suspiciously clear and sticky puddle in the middle of the desk.
...a phone whose keys get stuck and whose messages I can't retrieve.
...a mirror so low that the only hair I could comb (if I had any) would be chest hair.
...my paychecks (which I need to live) have been forwarded to my home address.
No, that doesn't count as more than one Irritation. It's all one big reason to beat the living hell out of someone.
I was in Marian Hall this morning trying to clear up some of these matters with the individuals who are in charge of the different things when I met on the stairs with the Dean of Campus Ministry (a great guy named Don) and some guy named Bob who's high up on the list of important people around here but always only manages to piss me off. Anyway, Don asks how things are going and I told him that things in Doyle were a little yucky. Bob gets offended right away and asks what in particular, so I gave him a somewhat abbreviated version of the list above. Then they started making excuses for the scum that normally live there.
Please. If there's one thing anyone knows, it's that guys who want to drink their brains away and rot in their own vomit live in Doyle Hall and that guys who want to drink in peace and actually accomplish things live in St. Francis. That's the way it's always been, that's the way it'll always be. So when these guys started telling me that I really just needed to get to know my fellow roommates, I just wanted to roll my eyes and turn away (Don's a good man though, so I couldn't be rude). Granted, the crowds are all forced to cohabitate in the summer, but most of the people that stay are atheletes - the same ones that are here only to run for fun and drink the rest of the time.
Spare me the "there are good people in the world" crap. They went home.
or I Hate Doyle Hall
Nothing like moving in to a room and finding...
...Coke and duct tape goop all over the floor.
...shelves that break once you've gotten several things on top.
...cable television lines that do not work.
...Internet that does not work.
...two desk chairs, one desk.
...a suspiciously clear and sticky puddle in the middle of the desk.
...a phone whose keys get stuck and whose messages I can't retrieve.
...a mirror so low that the only hair I could comb (if I had any) would be chest hair.
...my paychecks (which I need to live) have been forwarded to my home address.
No, that doesn't count as more than one Irritation. It's all one big reason to beat the living hell out of someone.
I was in Marian Hall this morning trying to clear up some of these matters with the individuals who are in charge of the different things when I met on the stairs with the Dean of Campus Ministry (a great guy named Don) and some guy named Bob who's high up on the list of important people around here but always only manages to piss me off. Anyway, Don asks how things are going and I told him that things in Doyle were a little yucky. Bob gets offended right away and asks what in particular, so I gave him a somewhat abbreviated version of the list above. Then they started making excuses for the scum that normally live there.
Please. If there's one thing anyone knows, it's that guys who want to drink their brains away and rot in their own vomit live in Doyle Hall and that guys who want to drink in peace and actually accomplish things live in St. Francis. That's the way it's always been, that's the way it'll always be. So when these guys started telling me that I really just needed to get to know my fellow roommates, I just wanted to roll my eyes and turn away (Don's a good man though, so I couldn't be rude). Granted, the crowds are all forced to cohabitate in the summer, but most of the people that stay are atheletes - the same ones that are here only to run for fun and drink the rest of the time.
Spare me the "there are good people in the world" crap. They went home.
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