I’d been contemplating this post for about a week, and then I said, “Screw it. Let’s go”
So if you don’t remember that I lived in a filthy hellhole all year long last year, you live under a boulder. That’s ok, we’ll deal. To recap: Mold, for weeks on end, huge ass bins of dirty laundry, furniture hazards galore…
And no matter how much I bitched, nothing was ever done to produce a safer living environment.
So the other night I learn of a fire drill in my former dorm, wherein some kid got his ass chewed for leaving abig-ass thing of vodka out on his desk.
Buddy. that wasn’t smart. No. Really. It wasn’t. I promise. I mean, I totally get why that university makes you wanna drink yourself under the table but ya could’ve shoved the thing in your closet or something at least, and tried to save yourself!
So, my least favorite person over there finds this gentleman’s… libations. She gives him a bollocking, and rightfully so. So again, I gotta ask the question, where were those bollockings when we had fire drills last year, and people knew that there were safety violations hangin’ out the ass in that room?
You can’t tell me nobody knew, that’s no excuse. There were notes all over their metaphorical floor. So apparently allowing someone to live in filth is ok, but indulging someone whom you could very well be driving to drink is not.