So. I've finally figured out exactly why Jamey Ayers creeps me out. And it's not because he's two feet tall (apologies to anyone who actually is two feet tall-- I was being hyperbolic). It's not that he asks for free condoms and then bitches about them not being his favorite kind. It's not that he thinks he's god's gift to women, but he looks like a rat-faced leprachaun, either. That's all annoying, but not necessarily creepy.
We met at the mailbox this morning at 10am. (
clarchen1840, I got your card today! Thank you! What's your address?).
"Chris, our blinds really need to be fixed tonight. It's really important."
"Well, did you put in a work order? This is the first I've heard about them."
"No. But they need to be fixed today."
"Jamey. Look outside. It's snowing like hell. There's no way that maintenance is going to be able to get to your blinds today."
Idiot. I mean, he was an RA for two years. He knows that unless they're urgent, work orders usually take three to four days.
But the thing is, the whole time, he was way up in my personal bubble. I'd take a step back, he'd take a step in. I don't know if he was trying to intimidate me by invading social space or he was just being a naive jerk. I'm leaning towards the first one. I ended up just walking away, because if the conversation had lasted exactly one second longer, I would have physically pushed him back a few steps. Because I stepped back from him three times. The next time it happens, I will totally tell him that it's not cool. My personal bubble is my personal bubble. You do not need to stand two inches away from me.
Also, as 23 quiet hours begin today at noon (due to finals week), this set my RA spider-sense a-tingling. Also, since his apartment woke me up with bass at 8:00 am, I'm already suspicious. It's still going. At 12 on the nose, that shit will be turned down. I can only guess what they've got planned tonight. I'm not on duty, but I will shut them down hardcore if they decide to fuck up tonight.
Sigh.
LAST FRENCH CLASS OF EVOL TODAY! Eeeee!
Also, after my 3pm study group, I'm going to finish my cards and make some soap. Yay for craftiness. And now, I crave eggs. So I'm gonna go do that.
We met at the mailbox this morning at 10am. (
clarchen1840, I got your card today! Thank you! What's your address?)."Chris, our blinds really need to be fixed tonight. It's really important."
"Well, did you put in a work order? This is the first I've heard about them."
"No. But they need to be fixed today."
"Jamey. Look outside. It's snowing like hell. There's no way that maintenance is going to be able to get to your blinds today."
Idiot. I mean, he was an RA for two years. He knows that unless they're urgent, work orders usually take three to four days.
But the thing is, the whole time, he was way up in my personal bubble. I'd take a step back, he'd take a step in. I don't know if he was trying to intimidate me by invading social space or he was just being a naive jerk. I'm leaning towards the first one. I ended up just walking away, because if the conversation had lasted exactly one second longer, I would have physically pushed him back a few steps. Because I stepped back from him three times. The next time it happens, I will totally tell him that it's not cool. My personal bubble is my personal bubble. You do not need to stand two inches away from me.
Also, as 23 quiet hours begin today at noon (due to finals week), this set my RA spider-sense a-tingling. Also, since his apartment woke me up with bass at 8:00 am, I'm already suspicious. It's still going. At 12 on the nose, that shit will be turned down. I can only guess what they've got planned tonight. I'm not on duty, but I will shut them down hardcore if they decide to fuck up tonight.
Sigh.
LAST FRENCH CLASS OF EVOL TODAY! Eeeee!
Also, after my 3pm study group, I'm going to finish my cards and make some soap. Yay for craftiness. And now, I crave eggs. So I'm gonna go do that.
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