A short vignette...

... which illustrates why I will be happy to never, ever live in a dorm ever again. I came back to my room this evening to discover that the fuse that controls the main light for my room and the lights to my bathroom had blown. This has happened before, but since the bathroom doesn't have any windows or other light sources it's kind of a problem. So I went downstairs. The two guys behind the desk are watching "Syriana" (which is, granted, a very good movie).

Me: Hi, I'm in room 632, and a fuse seems to have blown.

Desk Guy (accusingly): What did you plug in?

Me: Uh, nothing. I just got back to my room and the room light and lights in the bathroom don't work. Everything else is still working.

DG: What room?

Me: 632. It's happened before, I know it's a blown fuse.

DG [Pause]: What room?

Me: Six. Thirty. Two.

[long pause]

Other Desk Guy: We'll look into it.

One hour later:

Me: Hi, I was down here an hour ago about a fuse?

DG: Room two-something.

Me: Six thirty two. Have you had a chance to...?

DG: Yeah, yeah, if it's a fuse, we can do it, but if it's something else, it'll have to wait for maintenance tomorrow.

Me: It's just that there's no light in the bathroom, and...

DG (back to watching Fat George Clooney drive through the desert): Yeah, yeah.

I can't wait to move back to an apartment.