What's next? Torches and Pitchforks?

So, I'm having a little run-in with the on campus housing. Either they are doing their darndest to get me out of this building or they are...not organized. That's the kindest way I can put it.

Last weekend we got a notice that the window guys were going to come and check our windows. So I moved furniture away from the windows and even put a sticky note on the one that I knew didn't work. Monday I got home from my internship around 1pm and saw five window trucks parked on the sidewalk by my building. When I got up to my apartment the front door was standing open, and all my blinds were up. In your brain, what is the answer to that equation? In mine, the answer was "window guys are working on my windows." So I left the door open and left for class. Well, when I got home at 7:30pm my front door was still open. The window trucks were long-gone. I didn't want to cause a big hassle, but I did want to address the issue, so I wrote an email to housing explaining the situation, and asked them to please remind the window guys to close the apartment doors when they were done. I got an email back a few days later, saying how sorry they were, etc.

Then this weekend I get a call from my RA (yes, I'm twenty-seven and I have an RA) telling me that I need to either move out of my apartment into another female apartment in the building, or get another girl to move in with me, because I am currently alone in the apartment. Now, normally I wouldn't put up a fuss. I'm generally the type of person that lets people walk all over me--but, mind you, I am fully aware of the fact that they are walking all over me, and I am allowing them to do it, usually because whatever they are walking all over me about isn't that big a deal for me. In this case however frustration for me reigns supreme. I have been in this apartment alone for two and a half months now. If they wanted me to move, shouldn't they have asked me to do so before this semester began? Do they not realize that I am an extremely busy person, who barely has time to check whether or not her clothes match properly, let alone move in the middle of a semester? And, I'm going to be moving out in three months anyways, because when my contract is done, I'm out. Also, why is it my responsibility to get a girl to move in with me? Isn't that the housing office's problem, not mine? I read the housing contract and there's nothing stating that they can just move me from one apartment to another at their whim and fancy. Anyhow, after some bolstering from my family, telling me that I am not just being bratty and that I do actually have just cause to be frustrated, I told my RA that I'd like to talk to the housing manager before I do anything about moving. I guess he noticed my frustration level last night when I talked to him, because he told me he'd already told his boss to expect a visit from me.

So then I went back to my apartment to do some sewing and watch SeaQuest and try to forget about the whole thing for a little while. Well, I get up and go to wash my hands and...there's no water. In my whole apartment. My first instinctual thought was "they are trying to get me to move out by shutting off my water?!?" Then I gathered my senses and went to knock on my neighbors door. Their water was off too, and so were the other people across the hall. If the housing office was maniacal enough to try and get me to move out by shutting off my water, I seriously doubt they would've punished the whole building for my disobedience. I called my friend Alise who lives downstairs, and she did the smart thing. She called on-call maintenance. Apparently there is a water line that needs to be fixed, and it's going to take a few hours. All I'm saying is, we better darn well have water tomorrow morning.

Little do they know, I'm two steps ahead of them. I have two gallons of emergency water in my car. Sure, it's frozen. But with those two gallons I can wait out their hostile takeover of my apartment for at least a few days.

By the way, have you ever gotten your fluids in your car filled in Southern California and then drove back up to somewhere cold--somewhere like, I don't know, Logan Utah perhaps--and then realized that you forgot to tell the fluid-filler-uppers that you need the windshield wiper fluid that can withstand the freezing temperatures? Yup. Welcome to my world. My windshield wiper fluid container is currently a big block of ice. Then again, considering the fact that the container is all cracked on the top and falling apart, I'm thinking it might actually be an improvement...