I don't know if this counts, but DAMN did it piss me off.
My school's campus has been infected with a highly contagious norovirus that has pretty much everyone either very sick or very paranoid. It's similar to a really bad stomach flu and students had been going to the hospital for it. It seems it came from the badly cleaned cafeteria (which is another suck).
After a series of paranoid e-mails, the Provost decided to hire a cleaning company to come and scrub down everything on campus. Including the residence halls. I live in the apartment style building, where we have a kitchen and our own seperate and private bathroom, as opposed to a communal floor bathroom. As soon as myself and my roommates heard about the virus, we cleaned the entire suite; the kitchen, the bathrooms, the door knobs, everything. I read the e-mail explaining that every residence hall bathroom had to be cleaned, and figured I would politely tell the cleaners that it had already been cleaned.
Around 6pm, a strange man carrying a rag and a big bucket walked into my dorm room. He didn't knock or anything. Just opened the door and walked right in. God forbid if I was changing or anything! Then he walked straight into the bathroom (again without knocking, god forbid if someone was using the toliet or showering) and... just stood there. Never once did he address me.
Completely shocked, I leaned over in my chair and politely informed him that we had already cleaned everything. He dumped the rag into the bucket of what I can only assume was bleach or cleaning solution, made a few token scrubs at the sink and said something Spanish, then in English "I clean, I clean!". Great, so he doesn't speak much English.
He didn't say anything else, didn't clean anything else. Just stood there for another moment, then walked back out. I was flabbergasted. What the FUCK was that? He didn't knock, he didn't even CLEAN! I was furious and still reeling from the two minutes of pure "what the fuck-ery". What the hell kind of cleaning service did my school hire? I especially love how it was one single guy, going into a girl's dorm room. I was immediatly freaked out. I didn't know who he was or what he was there for. He didn't announce "cleaning!" or anything else, just walked in! No knock! WTF.
An added wtf- I love how they said they want to "clean and sanitize" everything, yet they send the cleaning people around with a rag they aren't washing or changing between "cleanings" and a big bucket of some random cleaning supply. Oh yeah, that'll kill all those germs. My bathroom was totally clean, who knows what bateria was on that rag, after it had "cleaned" who knows how many other bathrooms.
Maybe I'm too easily pissed off, but this seriously made me angry. I'm considering writing a letter to the Provost, but I bet it will fall on deaf ears. Especially since the norovirus outbreak on campus was the top story on the local 11pm news. He's probably knee-deep in damage-control.
small little post...
To the three separate craigslist posters that I sent emails to 2 days ago:
Is it too hard to email me back to say something has been sold and take down your ad in a timely manner, instead of not emailing me back at all?
I'm almost ready to not even email people and just call them if they leave their phone number in their ad (which none of these did)... grr... Fortunately what they were selling is nothing unique, I mean I could buy the stuff at WalMart which is a few blocks away... But still...
I got off the bus today and walked the 100 metres or so to the front door of my work. I went to reach into the front pouch of my camera bag for the swipe card to allow me to get in when I realized I didn't have my bag with me. Contained in my camera bag is my Canon Rebel XT (approx $1200 a year ago, around $900 now I think), my cell, my bus pass, my debit card, everything.
After my co-worker let me in, I flew to the phone in a panic and called the HRM call centre. These people are able to get in touch with dispatch, lost and found, whatever. I explained to the girl who answered that I got off the bus less than 2 minutes ago and could she please radio the bus and have him hold the bag? Immediately she put me through to the lost and found department which I found odd but figured that perhaps they could radio the bus driver. I explained my situation to the lady who took my number and said she would call soon.
Meanwhile, my co-worker (who had a car) took off after the bus in hopes of intersecting with it.
When I hadn't heard from lost and found for over 20 minutes (seriously, how long can it take to call a bus?) I called them back. They said they would call him soon, however, there was some emergency going on or something so they couldn't do it at the moment.
My co-worker calls me approx 30 minutes after I had gotten off the bus and told me she has my bag. When she gets back to the office, she told me that the bus driver told her that lost and found doesn't radio out to the buses, they just tell the drivers what to check for at the end of their shifts.
So a big fuck you to the call centre for passing the buck to the first person that popped in your head and also to the lost and found department for making me THINK you were doing something to help me when you weren't.
Also, my co-worker is going to get flowers and chocolates tomorrow because she is amazing :D
Okay, the "stylist," whatever, lady, was half an hour late for my appointment, then after I told her what I wanted done (remarkably simple. dye my roots.) she puttered over it for twenty minutes, made me sign permission slips saying that i couldn't call and complain if my hair fell out and shit, and all I wanted was the roots of my highlights dyed blonde. i have medium brown hair and i explained to her over and over again growing increasingly agitated that I don't give a rats ass if my hair "falls out" (which it won't. it never has, it won't. Even if it did, I don't fucking care. It's hair. It'll GROW BACK.) What did she say? "I'm not comfortable doing this. You're going to leave and say bad things about the Salon and Me. My name is attached to This Head [pats my head] once I do your hair." I couldn't believe she was serious. Apparently no one in the world with fine hair can have it dyed. Fuck you lady. I should have put up a greater fuss but I was just so shocked that she REFUSED TO DO IT, I wanted to cry. The worst I said was, "Well then I'll go SOMEWHERE ELSE and get it done!!!" Fucking unbelievable. Wasted an hour of my day. What, she's Above Me because she got a fuckin AA at Blaine in Hair Coloring??? Wow, I was pissed. ??? DO NOT GO THERE!
So, last night, I was having trouble working on a programming project, so I decided to pack up and go to the local Tim Horton's. I get there at midnight -- after about an hour of dithering (no, studying WordPress PHP code is _not_ what you came here for), I lock into programming mode, and manage to stay there for around 4 hours, not counting the break for breakfast, once they actually started serving it.
Around 6 AM, as I was getting ready to go home and wake up the family for school, the owner arrives, and comes over to my table. He tells me that he doesn't want his 24-hour coffee shop turning into a hangout, and that I could not stay that long. Since I can't understand how an almost-middle-aged computer geek is someone you don't want hanging out in your practically-empty restaurant, I told him that I would be taking my business elsewhere in the future. He apparently had no problem with this.