Been Working so long....

Now I don't say this with pride, but it definitely seems like these days, I spend more and more time sleeping on a couch in my photo building, than I do sleeping in my own bed. Just seems like with this trimesters work load, I'm constantly in a studio till 2 or 3 in the morning, trying to perfect an image, or several. Often falling short to perfect, but that's another story. Now I don't want to imply anything with my next statement, but I feel I know a great deal of the janitorial staff on campus, not by name per se, but having worked a job like that, I'm always courteous and friendly, and so they respond to it. I work with a few at my job in the Library, and we always get along, chatting about the usual Rochester weather and complaining about who we work for and the sorts. What I'm trying to say for the most part, is that the staff here on campus, for the most part, is very courteous and I have absolutely nothing to bitch and whine about. Except for that one percent. And the ironic part is it seems like they all work in building 7. Two in particular bug me, for identities sake we will call them Grumpy and Nascar, but it seems as if these two workers absolutely hate where it is that they work. Nascar just rides around on his little go-mobile kinda ignoring everyone else, unless that is, you're breaking some kinda rule, god for-fucking-bid you do that in front of him, but the man is so determined to just do his job with the least amount of effort or interruption as possible, twice he's almost run me down because I didn't move fast enough. How hard is it to apply the brakes and chill for all 3 seconds, while I move myself out of your way? Next time, I think I'm just gonna let you run me down and then we'll see what happens. And Grumpy too, every time I sleep in my building, I wake up at 5:30 in the morning to her banging shit. EVERY TIME! I don't even know what there is to bang that early in the morning, I mean, she must just walk around and hit shit just to fuck with our heads. And once I am awake, all I hear is her bitching about these kids sleeping on couches and how she doesn't understand it. I realize, being considerate isn't exactly in your job description, but maybe just considering the fact that we're sleeping on a $20 ikea couch says something about our night, and not walking down the halls banging the lockers with a stick may be a nice idea?