<rant>
So I got back to campus from home over the weekend. Grabbed my backpack and some of my girlfriend's stuff and shuttled it to her room. Stopped by Starbucks and grabbed a holiday Gingerbread cake (which is disgusting by the way) and a venti Peppermint Mocha frappuccino, and headed up to my dorm room.
Unlocked my door, pushed it open, and died. The girlfriend's room was 68 degrees (consequently her roommate was still walking around in her underwear), the hallway was around 71, and my room... 97 degrees. Yeah.
How? I don't know. All I know is that maintenance is gone til Tuesday. I have one of those window fans on full blast, and I stole the oscillating fan from the laundry room to use, but still holy shit. My air freshener cones completely melted off the plastic stick (cheap Glade pieces of crap), and my 24-pack of unopened water bottles are all condensated and nasty-looking.
My aluminum bookshelf sitting right under the vent is seriously burning to the touch. And here I am, still marketing. And to believe that I thought I would get some work done. Fuck me...
</rant>
So I got back to campus from home over the weekend. Grabbed my backpack and some of my girlfriend's stuff and shuttled it to her room. Stopped by Starbucks and grabbed a holiday Gingerbread cake (which is disgusting by the way) and a venti Peppermint Mocha frappuccino, and headed up to my dorm room.
Unlocked my door, pushed it open, and died. The girlfriend's room was 68 degrees (consequently her roommate was still walking around in her underwear), the hallway was around 71, and my room... 97 degrees. Yeah.
How? I don't know. All I know is that maintenance is gone til Tuesday. I have one of those window fans on full blast, and I stole the oscillating fan from the laundry room to use, but still holy shit. My air freshener cones completely melted off the plastic stick (cheap Glade pieces of crap), and my 24-pack of unopened water bottles are all condensated and nasty-looking.
My aluminum bookshelf sitting right under the vent is seriously burning to the touch. And here I am, still marketing. And to believe that I thought I would get some work done. Fuck me...
</rant>