Ticked: The Continued Story of the Communal Refridgerator

[debka_notion]

Item 1: Early this semester, I went grocery shopping, put my groceries in the communal hall fridge, since I thought my former roommate was coming to pick up her fridge any day. By about a week later, three of my 7 yoghurts had been stolen.

Item 2: Last week, I made a fruit salad to bring to a Shabbat lunch. I put the bowl in the communal fridge, by the next day at lunch time, the bag around the bowl had been ripped open, and all the peaches but two slices had been stolen out and eaten presumably, and the rest of the salad had been mixed (in an attempt, perhaps, to hide the theft- heh).

Item 3: Went to retrieve the bowl from the fridge so I could empty the left over fruit salad and use it to make a new one of the same for tonight's dinner. THis time, they've frickin' stollen my Bowl. What the heck could someone want with a cheap large mixing bowl? Guess I'm making fruit salad in two small bowls instead. Grr.

Comments

[debka-notion.livejournal.com]

Oh, sorry- forgot that happened right after you graduated. At the beginning of last year, they decided that Community Advisor sounded better, or was more in or something than Resident Advisor, and we've had CAs in the place of RAs ever since.

[belu.livejournal.com]

I heard somewhere that one of the problems with the term 'RA' was that they had somewhat of a negative connotation, as in "The RA broke up the party and made us pour out all our booze," while 'CA' had not gotten that connotation. It'll be interesting to see what Reslife comes up with after a while when nobody remembers there being RAs and there's an image problem where "The CA broke up the party and made us pour out all our booze," which you know they're still going to do to the poor little froshlings.

[debka-notion.livejournal.com]

Hmm- in my mind the only negative connotation my RA had freshman year was his tendency to play very loud music when I was trying to nap- but he was nice and turned it down on request. But then, I wasn't your average frosh, apparently. I was once or twice the one Wishing the RA would break up the party on the other side of me so I could frickin' sleep.