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I had to return the keys for my dorm room at 10am today. So at 8am, I set out to pack the last few things I had left in the room into my car and clean the room. I had a few problems to remove the cinder blocks I had under my bed to lift it up higher so I decided I was just gonna move the whole thing away from the wall so I had access from all four sides.
That was when I saw the ugly.
There was a big black blotch of mold on the wall behind the bed! And I mean big, about 6 feet long and between 5 and 8 inches high. ICK! No wonder I had so many damn migraine attacks the last few months. It looks absolutely UGLY! I actually had to go back tonight because I forgot something in the fridge and told my old roomy about the mold and she said maintenance was already in the room this afternoon and just painted over it. Uhm.... lucky next person who's gonna move into that room *sigh*
And as if that was not bad enough, i had to call 911 at work today. We have glass double swing doors at work. When it's warm outside, we have both open. When it's cold, we only have one open, though the other remains unlocked and can be opened. Now might also be a good time to mention that both doors are covered with a bunch of huge gummibears. Now guess what - someone walked against the closed door today *headdesk* I mean, hello, there are two gummibear stickers on eye level and that lady ran against a bright yellow gummibear. Unfortunately she was wearing a pair glasses which broke and cut her left eyebrow. Damn that can bleed..... so I ended up calling 911 for her. And that lady was cursing ME for that!! I mean, hello, it would have been all right for her to blame the store if it was just a glass door, but she ran right against a huge gummibear sticker on the damn door! It's not like she couldn't see there was something there *sigh* I eventually also had to call the boss and tell him what had happened and all he bitched about was that he has to call the cleaners now to get the blood stains out of the carpet and then he proceeded to bitch at me if I had gotten the lady's name and address (which luckily, yes, I had, for insurance policy) and that he was going to send her the bill for the cleaners and all that stuff.
Sigh. Crappy day at work. VERY crappy day over all. I am gonna curl up under my comforter and watch some TV. And probably fall asleep within the next hour. I am totally stressed out. I definitely need a vacation (yay, Vegas, I am COMING!)
That was when I saw the ugly.
There was a big black blotch of mold on the wall behind the bed! And I mean big, about 6 feet long and between 5 and 8 inches high. ICK! No wonder I had so many damn migraine attacks the last few months. It looks absolutely UGLY! I actually had to go back tonight because I forgot something in the fridge and told my old roomy about the mold and she said maintenance was already in the room this afternoon and just painted over it. Uhm.... lucky next person who's gonna move into that room *sigh*
And as if that was not bad enough, i had to call 911 at work today. We have glass double swing doors at work. When it's warm outside, we have both open. When it's cold, we only have one open, though the other remains unlocked and can be opened. Now might also be a good time to mention that both doors are covered with a bunch of huge gummibears. Now guess what - someone walked against the closed door today *headdesk* I mean, hello, there are two gummibear stickers on eye level and that lady ran against a bright yellow gummibear. Unfortunately she was wearing a pair glasses which broke and cut her left eyebrow. Damn that can bleed..... so I ended up calling 911 for her. And that lady was cursing ME for that!! I mean, hello, it would have been all right for her to blame the store if it was just a glass door, but she ran right against a huge gummibear sticker on the damn door! It's not like she couldn't see there was something there *sigh* I eventually also had to call the boss and tell him what had happened and all he bitched about was that he has to call the cleaners now to get the blood stains out of the carpet and then he proceeded to bitch at me if I had gotten the lady's name and address (which luckily, yes, I had, for insurance policy) and that he was going to send her the bill for the cleaners and all that stuff.
Sigh. Crappy day at work. VERY crappy day over all. I am gonna curl up under my comforter and watch some TV. And probably fall asleep within the next hour. I am totally stressed out. I definitely need a vacation (yay, Vegas, I am COMING!)
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