Across the country, students are revving up their cerebrums for final exams. However, here, I am revving up to change rooms in residence to the top floor - floor number eleven. How did this come about?
When I signed up for TRURez (Thompson Rivers University Residence), it advertised having areas set aside for different profiles - studious, partiers, smokers/non-smokers, non-drinkers, etc. I signed up for a quiet, alcohol-free environment. I ended up living with a partying, heavy-drinking roommate. He's not a bad guy, don't get me wrong there, the lifestyle difference simply drives me crazy. If this were any other residence, I'd be fine. That's not the case, however.
This residence costs more to live in than an apartment downtown. It's modern, extremely spacious, and is essentially run like a hotel (as it is a hotel during the summer and non-academic part of the year). The view from my window is better than our multi-million dollar property in Langley. This leads me not to put up with shit when it happens. So I finally decided enough was enough last night at one o'clock AM when the folks downstairs were busy playing "drag the chair around all night." They are still busy with that right now. As they have been for the last month.
I had already arranged to be put on the list of people who wanted to change rooms during the Christmas break, however, I wasn't 100% certain that it would be necessary - perhaps I'd learn to deal with both the little problem of my roommate and the big-assed problem of the fucktards downstairs.
This morning, after a hellish night of trying to confront the only rude staff member here (even the housekeepers try to chat you up in the hallway), the night watchman, I went straight to the desk and asked the status for my moving.
The wonderful coordinator of this facility - who as I may add has the personality that could easily land him the position of head concierge at a Cancun resort - let me know that unfortunately the best option would be an upgrade ($300) to the top floor with an extremely tidy, quiet roommate. The price wasn't so hot but the situation is. I will highly appreciate living away from the hullabaloo of young adults acting like fifteen year-olds.
