Yeah, three days of work are done. I spent the majority of my time (read 2.5 days of working hours) wiping down Thomas 3 and Thomas 1 East. Needless to say, my back and knees and other muscles are quite sore from all the bending down and reaching of back places. I still hate Thomas furniture. especially when I have to wipe off the tops of shelves, dressers, and desks that have been stored underneath a bed with just enough room for my arm to reach. and those shelves are still a butt to deal with since they are so dadgum deep. Of course, if R.A.s had actually checked to make sure people wiped down their shelves and wiped out their drawers, my work would have been much easier... Speaking of butts....*sigh* Well, I'll get to that exciting moment in a bit here. I was alone in my cleaning about half of the time (it was either alone or with a group of guys...) the other half of the time I had Blondie cleaning restrooms, mirrors, and floors (since most residents got away with not mopping). Anyways. The first day had an exciting find of killing a spider with the mop. Medium, brown, nasty looking thing... digging out plastic bags from behind the drawers that would not come out off their tracks....and coming away with some shampoo and such. Day 2 didn't see much else, other than finding one entire shelf of empty notebooks, a peer advisor notebook, a "Business Europe trip" notebook thing, and a discman. I'll be emailing that person to ask if they need anything...particularly that p.a. notebook. If I didn't have ethics, I might just read it.
and than, Day 3. yesterday. We were almost done. I was in the last four rooms to clean. being on the guys floor, things were somewhat dirtier. in more sense than one as I was about to find. I was spraying down some shelves and I notices a set of tapes in the back corner. So I pulled them out to see if they were anything interesting to keep. They were interesting all right but not in the sense of me wanting to keep them. In fact, after a split second of thinking a title "Agent Muff" odd and rather suspicious and than seeing another side "-- rated" (sorry, i don't want to attract unwelcome spammers), I decided that the R.D. might like to see these. Well, not to watch them. But he might want to know of their existence. He wasn't in his office, so I told Blondie I needed to go take something to Student Affairs. She asked what, I showed her, and I left. Upon closer inspection of the agent tape, I saw that their was a subtitle: A.T.F. A was a scientific word related to one's deiriere (sp?) and than "task force"
The people I needed to see happened to be talking right inside the offices. So I walked up, said, "Umm, I found these in [room number] and thought you might want to know. They grimaced and I walked away hearing Eleana ask about watching them and Shareen saying "no, those are bad tapes." I went back to work and Blondie had mentioned to the supervisor of the crew working in the dorm with us. After we were out of their earshot, she mentioned he seemed disappointed that I took them away...as if he wouldn't have minded keeping them himself!
GAHHHHHHHHHHH!
It's just sad. I've seen firsthand some of the effects of such an addiction on a friends of mine...and I've heard the stories of girls affected by people with an extreme problem....and felt it myself. Not to mention the biblical problem I have with it..."lust of the eyes" and "adultery in the heart" being among them. It makes me so very sad and disgusted. A few guy friends (yes, plural) have disappointed me over the last 8 years in relating their problem, but I'm glad that they felt the need to share it so as to fight the addiction. and it doesn't make me love them as my friends any less. Actually, there was one friend who couldn't believe that I still wanted to talk to him and be friends, that I still looked on him as Christian brother because he had been persecuted by a home church for it.
We all have our flaws. and I am not the one to judge another for their problems. God still asks us to love one another. So even for "really bad" sins, I can't turn from love to hate or turn away from a friend and cast them aside. I would rather help and support them and pray for them for I know God is working inside of them to make them anew and help them fight whatever flaw it is, as God works inside of me to fight pride, selfishness, and such.
Well, this really turned into a deep post. I could go on, but tears begin to form. So I'm off now. God bless.
Posted by Anna at May 28, 2005 01:06 PM | TrackBack