So here I am, at a conference, staying in a dormitory. I'm in the mountains, where conditions can be a bit primitive. I've never lived with anyone other than my husband and family, and I've never had to share bathrooms with strangers for an extended period of time. However, after a third time at this conference and staying in a dorm, I've learned a few things.
People are disgusting, women especially. Our bathroom is foul, abosolutely foul. Hair all over, especially in the showers, filthy shower curtains, poor drainage system (especially with all the hair), soap left in the showers. It's nasty. Filthy sinks, filthy counters, filthy floors. Someone threw up the other day, and the entire bathroom reeked of it for hours. And here's an image: standing in the shower, with another's person's dirty water running over your feet. Uh huh. That happens. Nasty!
I went to use a shower the other day, and someone left a large clump of long black hair in the shower; she also left long black hairs on the wall, the soap she left on the floor, and even on the small shelf we have for our personal things. I was disgusted. I couldn't even go in there.
I don't understand what's wrong with people. Who considers it acceptable to shed a small animal in the shower and leave for someone else? Seriously?! How hard is it to pick up your soap remnants and throw them away? Wipe a counter? Clean up your hair or toothpaste dribbles in the sink? We are not staying in 5 star accomodations.
Another perplexing issue is the lack of consideration for others. The first night here, the two women next door talked loudly until one a.m. Did they not realize the rest of us were trying to sleep? I mean, the sun was down, the moon was up, what did they think the rest of us were doing? They also like to slam their door. They go to the bathroom, slam. They come back, slam. It's driving me nuts.
Then there is the party group. These folks have stayed up until 1 or 2 in the morning each night we've been here, drinking, whooping, and hollering. Their drunken voices echo across the quad and to the dorms. I'm glad I didn't go away to college to listen to drunk people scream at night. These are professionals; they have college degrees, they have important jobs, but they act like drunken college students. I guess being so far away from home gives them license to behave in unseemly ways.
The party group concludes around 2; the noisy women are up at 6. Most of us are averaging about four hours of sleep a night, which is not enough for what we need to accomplish over the course of the day. There is such a lack of manners and good hygiene surrounding me, and I hope this is the last conference of this sort I have to attend. Should I have to come back again, I will get a room elsewhere to have privacy, quiet, and my own bathroom.
People are nasty, regardless of professional accomplishments.
