Came out of my apartment to wake the dormitory this morning, and discovered that the hallway and the common room were trashed. Garbage everywhere, a couple of upturned soda cans with contents soaked into the rug: a genunie mess.
My colleague went a little ape-sh*t about it. That’s really the only word that can describe it. He laid into a couple of kids, and got really furious. My solution was less angry, but simpler. “I am leaving for breakfast in a few minutes. EIther this common room and this hallway are clean when I leave, or I am taking no one to store this weekend. At all. We will go exactly nowhere. You don’t do this to us — not on grandparents’ day, not this late in the year. Get it clean, get it done now, and I don’t much care how.”
I can hear the rustle of garbage bags and the whine of the vacuum cleaner, even now.