Inconsideration

I really don’t understand the mentality of some of my suitemates. They live here, yet they treat this place like a dump. It’s one thing to be a slob, but an entirely different matter when you just start leaving garbage on the floor or on the tables, thinking that there would be someone to clean it up for you.

Other things they have done:

• Finished a case of beer and just leaving it next to the garbage can for weeks, even though we’re the ones who are suppose to take out the trash, not the cleaning lady.
• Ordering Chinese take-out and doing the same thing as the case of beer.
• Entering a perfectly clean bathroom but leaving one with toilet paper and puddles of water everywhere.
• And of course, leaving little bits of garbage everywhere, like cup noodles packaging, styrofoam from packaging, etc. You know, it’s the little things that count.

I suppose I shouldn’t be upset. These bathrooms are already much nicer than the ones that we had in James. At least we haven’t had feces on the toilet seat yet.