Did someone yell "Fire!" (?)

…. I am so pissed off right now.

I have spent the last HOUR in the RAIN outside CMRS trying to get hold of the people who are SUPPOSED to be in charge here to turn off the fire alarm that went off when someone was cooking eggs. 

Angry mob of students, me with no real authority, a bunch of people talking and being upset and what do I get?  Not even a thank you.

Lisa Rose finally got back from church about 3 minutes ahead of Dr. Philpott arriving and… well I just don’t know.  Not so much as a thank you from either of them.  I am not being paid for this, it is not my job, and the next time something happens they can all just deal with it themselves – I will just go get some fucking coffee.  When I told Dr. Philpott I’d been trying to call him for some 40 minutes the response I got was “Well it is Sunday.” … I almost – ALMOST – came right back with “Oh, it was Sunday for me too before I got kicked out of bed by the fire alarm and stood in the rain in my pajamas for all the world to see for 45 minutes!”  Not to mention the apologies I had to make to the shop owners who share our building while I explained that I didn’t have the power or the knowledge of how to turn the fire alarm that was driving off their customers and threatening to close their shop for the morning off. At least they were pissed at the alarm and not us poor schmucks out in the street trying every phone number we could think of and pacing in the rain.

Apparently, there really is no one on duty for the daytime hours of Saturday and Sunday as Dean, Junior Dean, or Assistant Junior Dean.  Nor do we usually expect the staff to be in.  Seems to me – especially in the first month when they don’t feed us on the weekends – that would be prime time for one of these kitchen smoke alarm incidents to happen, but I guess hindsight is always 20/20.  Still. 

Very frustrating, but I think I am over it now.  Mostly over it.  Had some extra cigarettes today but I feel justified in them because it was that or find someone to scream at – maybe not even words just generally screaming at the top of my lungs for a few minutes probably would have been fine.  Since I think that would land me in the loony bin and probably hurt someone’s feelings in the process in all likelihood I thought maybe a little more soot on my lungs would be an ok solution for now. 

Well I did get thanked – huzzah – by Lisa Rose and Bianca, and I made sure to thank all the helpers I had in the great chaos of it, as well as everyone via note on my door for being patient and calm as they were during the whole incident.  Today was definitely a two cups of tea day, maybe a third is in order, we shall see – but I am much calmer now and have accepted the fact that this is just what it is and it is better that I had been there than not and I don’t have to take charge of things when they happen that way, I choose to because I want to see it done so I have to accept what comes with that if I choose that. 

Just when I was feeling alright about things again though, then we find out (and by we I mean  I found out via Lisa Rose who told Dr. Philpott) that someone left a burner on in the kitchen.  ON THE SAME DAY WE WERE JUST OUT IN THE RAIN FOR AN HOUR + SOMEONE LEFT THE FRICKEN BURNER ON IN THE DAMN KITCHEN!  I mean… REALLY?!  Fuck me sideways people that is just plain stupid.  Pardon my language but I just… words fail to describe the experience of hearing about that – its incredulous, its outrageous, its frustrating and humorous all at the same time as it makes me think that I must be taking crazy pills because the world cannot possibly be that insane – yet evidently it is. 

My day, by the by, is completely shot.  It is 5pm here and I haven’t gotten a damn thing done other than stand out in the rain, drink tea, talk myself down from a shouting fest, and had a quick bite to eat.  I will just have to study tonight or tomorrow or something because it is clear that today the stars are against productivity (or intelligence apparently) of any sort.