Can I just point out that I’m still waiting for my stressed and feeling crappy mood to pass properly, and this isn’t helping…
…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…
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Umm… what did we do? We used only your stuff, we cleaned up after ourselves. After the cooking was complete we stayed in your room for an hour and a half and didn’t make any noise… The only other people we spoke to were open and friendly (She even offered us her wok)….
Why not just ask your housemates? Then when they tell you what heinous crime you committed, say either “Fuck off” or “I’m sorry, it wont happen again, I didn’t realise that I was doing it”. Then ask them why they copmplained rather than asking you nicely like grown-ups.
Yeah; what Binky said. Only perhaps a little less patronising…
I still say super noodles in the cistern is the best way to deal with… anything really.
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