For the past year and some, I was a Resident Assistant for a more private owned Residence Hall. Recently, on October 29, 2012 at 11:30am I gave my two weeks notice that I was leaving which gave me till November 12. I couldn't believe I finally put forth the effort to quit. I was scared at first, scared of the reactions of my fellow Resident Assistants. I loved staff this year, it was very fun, and eventful. But I knew I had to quit to better myself. I have a lot of ongoing issues that need to be resolved, and having a job that is so demanding and life sucking just wasn't going to cut it. On Wednesday, October 31, there was another event, but I neglected to go for some more personal reasons. Then on that Thursday,November 1, 2012 I formally wrote another letter to the boss and explained that I was quitting officially on that day.
That sent Tim (my boyfriend of a year) and I into a frenzy because the day that I quit, she just said she wanted my keys during the week sometime since she would be gone at a conference. She asked that I put it under her door or in her mailbox. Well I asked Tim if I could be out by Sunday so that I could focus on getting a schedule together and he said yes! I knew it would be a time crunch for us since Thursday and Friday he worked till 5pm. But in the end, we got everything done.
Do you know how much a girl accumulates in 3 years? A whole lot. By having access to a huge apartment to myself, I wanted to fill the emptiness, the echo that would come from within those walls. Never did it occur to me that I would have a 24 year old boyfriend who did the same thing. Luckily, seriously, luckily, he allowed me to move in and keep everything. It didn't help that I came to Flint with EVERYTHING from my old room (when I was first moving into my dorm, my parents were getting a divorce so I was told to take EVERYTHING, but that's for another time, when I am ready). It officially took us about 5 car trips, it would have been more if I didn't start packing right away. Tim's car is in fact a 4 door but his trunk is super small, all we could fit were small boxes which left us to put the big things in the middle. It was hell yesterday (Sunday Nov 4) because I personally wanted to get everything done right then and there. We only had two car loads left yesterday but with needing to clean and properly put things away, it took us about 6 hours.
Honestly, the rules of that place is ridiculous. With even a hole in a trash bag, someone will dig through it, find something with your name on it and you automatically get charged $25 especially when moving out. I do believe you typically get a warning, but still. It's all about money money money. The rule is, that everything must be thrown away properly, okay, that's really not a problem BUT, when it comes to recycling, you must break down the boxes and put them in trash bags AND put them in the right receptacle. There are two trash cans, and two recycling bins on each floor in a trash room. I had to sit down, and break apart 5 HUGE boxes which took me about 30 minutes. Seriously breaking down boxes wouldn't have been so bad if I didn't have to bag them in trash bags. I was PISSED because I wasted maybe 7 different trash bags from 1. trying not to over fill them and 2. trying not to rip the trash bags. On top of that, I still had to vacuum, throw things out, and pack the car up with boxes.
Honestly, the charging is truly an issue. Leaving dust, you get charged, not sweeping or mopping, you get charged. Leaving ANYTHING unclean, you get charged. Honestly it is like $10 dollars per wood item that is left dusty. Mind you, that place is a dust collector. I wiped down my counter in the bathroom and honestly, 10 minutes later there is a pile of dust again. The rules are just ridiculous. But the charges, those over take all the stupid rules.
But anyway, to continue, after six hours, we were finally out of there by 7:30pm almost 8pm. I cleaned, loaded everything up and turned in my keys. I felt pretty shady for putting my keys in an envelope and turning it in, but that is what she asked for, so that is what she got.
My feelings on leaving the place is guilty. I feel guilty that people have to pick up my slack. I feel guilty because people were watching me leave, especially my residents, and they were all sad to see me go. I felt guilty because I thought I could make it through this year, but honestly, it just was never going to work out for me. I have WAY too much going on in my life right now and that surely needs to come first, as well as school before this job. I can't babysit residents anymore, especially the ones who rebel and treat people who are doing their jobs like crap. It truly effected me mentally and physically. But I guess time will tell how well it will go here with Tim. I pray it goes well, so far so good, but we will see. Only time can tell.
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