Ha fucking ha.
Apr. 5th, 2006 02:58 pmOkay, I reported the fact that my doorknob was broken TWO DAYS AGO.
Not only has the accommodations office done NOTHING ABOUT IT, I now find that the knob has gotten worse, and I am now, quite literally, stuck in my room.
*bites back scream, as may need it later when she STILL CAN'T GET OUT*
ETA: Also, I'm HUNGRY, dammit! And where is all the food? NOT IN HERE!
ETA2: I've been rescued! The combined efforts of
siriaeve, suitemates Jean and Kate, and an elderly locksmith who hopefully did not see my naked David Hewlett alien sex ritual birthday card. It was kind of like
cesperanza's Rodney's Last Message, except without the heroics or the vague implication that I might get to sex John later. Or, ooh! It was kind of like GUP, except I was not struck upon the head, and thus did not hallucinate Rodney McKay come to talk me through it. Damn. Maybe next time?
Not only has the accommodations office done NOTHING ABOUT IT, I now find that the knob has gotten worse, and I am now, quite literally, stuck in my room.
*bites back scream, as may need it later when she STILL CAN'T GET OUT*
ETA: Also, I'm HUNGRY, dammit! And where is all the food? NOT IN HERE!
ETA2: I've been rescued! The combined efforts of
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