Things are, quite simply, not going well.
The week started off pretty shit to be honest. I was kind of sick over the weekend and hadn't fully recovered by Sunday night. As usual the girls on my floor were typical disrespectful bitches and they stayed awake and giggled profusely all night. Because of that, Monday sucked. Still I tried to be as productive as possible and got a few things done.
Last night they were loud again. They sat in the room next door being obnoxious and somehow their conversation strayed over to the noise complaints of recent times. Technically, I AM the one who filed an anonymous complaint, but they don't know that and this is why I was so distraught.
They've come to the natural assumption that I must be the horrible killjoy who wants them to be quiet at night and act like responsible adults. So it was about five minutes worth of snark about me and name-calling in my general direction. (Do you honestly think a loud exclamation of "What a bitch?!" isn't going to carry through my door and into my room?)
Look, I can't stand these girls but outwardly I've been polite, courteous, and nothing but respectful to them. It just galls me that they can't respect my desire to actually want to sleep before midnight. They've become outright hostile now and I honestly....don't know what to do about it.
I know I've only got a few more months here and I can deal with the sleeping situation by investing in a pair of ear plugs but it's gonna be tricky navigating the murky waters of hallway encounters. It was awkward before, now going to the bathroom is gonna involve espionage tactics. I might have to forgo all use of the lounge microwave too....ugh. This whole situation just blows.
I wish they would just confront me about it, let me deny everything and make a show about upset I am and how unfair they're being. I could at least then attempt to put the whole thing to rest....but these are GIRLS we're talking about. Catty, backstabbing bitches no less.
*sigh* I give up. Maybe I should just spend as little time around here as possible. Then I don't have to face them. I could stake out a corner of Garvey for the evening hours or something. Chill over in Atwood. Read books in the library and attempt to tackle homework?
This room used to be my safe space. Now I don't feel comfortable anywhere....