Posted by Mister JTA on November 29th, 2005 |
2 commentsWell I just went to see the Senior Resident. Ruth couldn’t come in… Apparently the entire band of new housmates went to see him last night and complained about us for a whole bunch of the following:
We play music too loud (although we got asked to turn it down once and have kept it down ever since).
We come in really late at night and bang about in a drunken way (I’m especially impressed by my this, given that I don’t drink)
We put shelves in the bathroom (this one we did, because it saves us covering the shelf at the end of the bath with shampoo)
Our “friends” (we don’t know who) keep coming in when we’re away and the housemates “suspect” them of taking their food.
Once when Ruth & I were out “someone” came round with a take-away, found we weren’t in, and sat in our room and ate it. (How this can’ve happened is frankly beyond me…)
O, and apparently we don’t flush the toilets. Hm.
Personally, I’m getting strong “We’ve made this up because we liked having a house with an empty room in it” vibes, but I’m going to go and see someone called… *checks paper* O, yes, Caryl Davies in the morning.
Fucking marvelous.
Posted by Mister JTA on November 29th, 2005 |
1 commentWhen I gotthis e-mail from the PJM Senior Resident, I sent one back to him explaining that I can’t actually be there at 6:30, because I have to be elsewhere. That was at noon.
So at 16:15 I sent him the following:
ear Dr. Stoker,
Sorry about the uselessness of the last e-mail, I suspect it wasn’t actually as helpful as it needed to be.
I can’t shift the meeting I have at 6:15, and I suspect it will go on for an hour or so, so if it’s possible to meet with you between now and 6pm, that would be great. If that can’t be done, then I’d be grateful if you could e-mail me with a revised time prior to 6pm, so I know how to re-arrange getting to work, etc.
I am very anxious to speak with you as soon as possible, but I can’t change the meeting I’ve already got booked.
Many thanks,
JTA
And what did I just get?
“Dear James,
I will be there at 5.45pm
David Stoker”
Yeah, fucking marvellous. Who the pissing Hell is James, then?
Not shaping up too well, is it?
Posted by Mister JTA on November 29th, 2005 |
5 comments…Especially since I’m now too afraid to leave my room, because I don’t know what I’m doing wrong:
Here’s a letter from the senior resident – rarely a good thing –
Subject: House 119
Dear Mr Trevor-Allen,
Your housemates came to see me last night to complain of the behaviour of yourself and your friends in the house. Please would you come to see me at the Amenity Block this evening at 6.30pm to discuss this matter.
David Stoker
I particularly admire the way he doesn’t even tell me what time last night, which makes the entire thing next to useless. All I know is that at some point after about 5pm-ish yesterday (and presumably by appointment) the people in 119 – that’s the *good* house – all got togehter and went to see him to complain about something. Does he tell me what?
Nope.
For fucks’ sake I’;ve had it with this, I’m practically desperate to get myself into private just at the moment simply to be able to check my e-mails without feeling sick…