illusionofjoy | Mirrored TSWP entry - Thursday, August 15, 2002

If I were to appraise the overall quality of this day, I'd have to say it's been...shitty. Not bad, not poor, not even the eloquent subpar. The simple truth for this simple day is the simple shitty.

The relentless heat kept me in bed again this morning. I woke up around 11:00, feeling like my body was completely rebelling against me. A half-hour of quality time in the bathroom and I was feeling slightly better – that, of course, being a relative term.

My appeal to the room damages bill was rejected. I received a letter not long ago with an exact list of what was wrong in the suite. Among the more interesting items listed was the claim that a condom had been stuck to the ceiling. I wonder whose room damages I'm actually being charged for. Needless to say, there was no photographic evidence to back up these claims.

Still, the fact that they were the ones who had control over whether or not holds were placed on my records gave them carte blanche to fleece me in any way they saw fit – concrete evidence or not. I paid the bill today just to get them off my case, rather than fight an uphill and ultimately futile battle.

I'm still pissed though. I am now $42.00 poorer, money that could have been used in much better ways. Instead of being anally raped for room damaged I didn't cause, I could have been anally raped when I went to buy my books. I'm still going to have to buy books, so now I'm twice as anally raped. Fuck, does my arse hurt.

What angered me more than anything was how nice they were to me at residence life. Here I was, shelling out money I couldn't afford to part with for shit I didn't do, and the person at the desk is making pleasant conversation. In hindsight, I'm surprised that I didn't tell her to, "piss off and just take my fucking money!" Courtesy is the grease that moves the wheels of civilised society, however...and underhanded practises for financial gains are the grease that moves the wheels of capitalism.

I went to WAIH after dealing with residence life. I'm nearly done ripping S into the computer. I'm quite sure that I'll finish the remainder of the archives before the end of next week. Still, ripping CDs doesn't weigh on my mind as much as other things...

I hate people that create drama where none exists. Sometimes I wonder if I am not what I hate though.