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It has been a decidedly blar day.
I was supposed to have maintenance done on my kitchen sink AGAIN, and I actually dragged myself back to my apartment and waited for the maintenance man who never showed up. I stormed down to the front desk in rage, only to be told that the reason why I kept putting in work orders and it never seems to be fixed is because the water is working, yet it is so fucked up that I have to keep it running for ten minutes in order for it to get hot. This is annoying not only because I don't feel I can ask for compensation for my woes over the past months (because lo and behold, after 10 minutes the water does get hot), but also because HELLO! This is Arizona, we're in teh middle of the fucking desert, Tucson hasn't really had a decent natural running water supply in years, so having to let the water run for ten whole minutes is so appallingly wasteful that I can't even really conceive of it. I wanted to scream in his face, you have to DO something about this, this is not okay--but I'm just so tired out. I do not have the tenacity to argue.
On top of that, this morning I overheard two girls talking about how this guy got hauled away yesterday... Right nextdoor to my apartment complex is another complex, it is really uncharacteristically tall for Tucson--perhaps one of the tallest buildings in the entire city. And these girls said that some guy had been shining a laser into their room from one of the top floors, and they thought that it was just someone playing with a laser pen, but it turns out that the guy was a crackhead aiming a sniper rifle through their window. Lovely, lovely. At least he was arrested.
I feel like that should make me really paralyzingly afraid, but instead I can't do but roll my eyes and grin sardonically because a part of me isn't even that surprised. I really hate this place.
But enough complaint...I'm mainly just posting this to take a break from attempted cramming for meteorology, which isn't going very well at all. I am so totally worn out it's not even funny. But at least after tomorrow morning I'll be done with all the pre-finals BS in both of my NATS.
EDIT: Oh, and I also emailed the other supervisor who is not Carmen about my transfer request, and she sent me a message back saying she'd forward my request to the manager of Starbucks. Nothing is guaranteed, but I'm excited anyway--so not all is woe and more woe, at least.
I was supposed to have maintenance done on my kitchen sink AGAIN, and I actually dragged myself back to my apartment and waited for the maintenance man who never showed up. I stormed down to the front desk in rage, only to be told that the reason why I kept putting in work orders and it never seems to be fixed is because the water is working, yet it is so fucked up that I have to keep it running for ten minutes in order for it to get hot. This is annoying not only because I don't feel I can ask for compensation for my woes over the past months (because lo and behold, after 10 minutes the water does get hot), but also because HELLO! This is Arizona, we're in teh middle of the fucking desert, Tucson hasn't really had a decent natural running water supply in years, so having to let the water run for ten whole minutes is so appallingly wasteful that I can't even really conceive of it. I wanted to scream in his face, you have to DO something about this, this is not okay--but I'm just so tired out. I do not have the tenacity to argue.
On top of that, this morning I overheard two girls talking about how this guy got hauled away yesterday... Right nextdoor to my apartment complex is another complex, it is really uncharacteristically tall for Tucson--perhaps one of the tallest buildings in the entire city. And these girls said that some guy had been shining a laser into their room from one of the top floors, and they thought that it was just someone playing with a laser pen, but it turns out that the guy was a crackhead aiming a sniper rifle through their window. Lovely, lovely. At least he was arrested.
I feel like that should make me really paralyzingly afraid, but instead I can't do but roll my eyes and grin sardonically because a part of me isn't even that surprised. I really hate this place.
But enough complaint...I'm mainly just posting this to take a break from attempted cramming for meteorology, which isn't going very well at all. I am so totally worn out it's not even funny. But at least after tomorrow morning I'll be done with all the pre-finals BS in both of my NATS.
EDIT: Oh, and I also emailed the other supervisor who is not Carmen about my transfer request, and she sent me a message back saying she'd forward my request to the manager of Starbucks. Nothing is guaranteed, but I'm excited anyway--so not all is woe and more woe, at least.
