I think almost all of my five readers have heard about the unbelievable roommate drama I've been dealing with.
For others: it involves a psychic, several drunk 20-something Spanish kids, an alleged drugging, and me having to put the smack down on some bullshit at 5am two nights ago.
Turns out that teaching college for nearly seven years has taught me how not to take shit from self-important 18-24 year olds. I feel handled the bullshit efficiently and effectively, though with rather a lot of (totally warranted) voice-raising.
Will fill in later, but I think the new roommate is convinced that I will in fact follow through on getting her ass kicked out (I suspect she's unaccustomed to being held accountable for...anything), as last night was perfectly lovely. She went straight from work to pj's, and everyone was nestled all snug with their laptops by 11pm.
Brilliant. Your mom told me about all this and I was quite impressed. I'd have just pulled the covers over my head. Actually, that's exactly what I did when I had my very own, very similar hostel drama in London. Let's just say it involved a deaf gay couple who were quite unaware of how loud they were.
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