It’s been an extra busy and interesting week. Usually, there comes a sense of relief and satisfaction when most of the week goes by without any real physical emergencies from any occupants in this building, but the lack of mental health and ability to handle stress with finesse is evident enough.
The urge to crawl underneath the covers and squish earplugs in for days at a time came after five hours of mediating between people complaining over things that probably will not matter by the weekend. I am slowly adjusting to a grinding schedule of a nearly full-time work week, evening graduate level classes, and attending to resident duties at night. A wild, weird trip, indeed.
I have an epic win post coming up for you, but slobber on this verbatim quotation until then -
“Thanks for meeting with us, but we just have too much respect for one another to talk and compromise.”
It’s funny when people complain that there are hours of one’s life wasted, because really, sometimes things happen and all of these experiences are unavoidable. Also, there never is a true context for how long a healthy person might live, yet I’ll agree for once. Hours of life. Wasted. I hope I hit a small nerve during that nearly two hour long session, and that the one being held among ten people early next week over noise complaints goes smoothly. At least they are youthful people with little worries, or else why would they make a big deal out of nothing?
I must really be a graduate. I am already reminiscing over the carefree quality in college…while still living in a dorm building.
