So today was INCREDIBLY interesting (as I’ve already said).
Lectures were boring, I have about an encyclopedia worth of Soil Science stuff to read. What else is new right?
Well these past two nights (not counting tonight) I’ve either eaten out (we were already out getting some groceries and Grant and I were starving so we got cheap foodage) or had dinner in my room. Why? Because my kitchen-mates are seafood nuts. This isn’t a problem if it’s just one of them. It’s everyone except Ahmed and Brazilian-engineer-dude (a total of 6 people who will cook it). They all make shrimp-something or something that uses really awful smelling crab meat. Actually Anthony made a really neat dish with crab legs in it. It looked REALLY good, but I got a throbbing headache from 4 or 5 people cooking with seafood at once (this was on. . . Monday). FOUR of them, not sure of #5, were cooking seafood. I mean I honestly felt ill.
So I’ve been steeling myself to chat with the accommodation people here. They are nice people, they know their job. And uh. . . as seen today, they don’t take crap from no one!!! Seriously, the Geordie temper (I hear there is one) flared up a bit on one girl today as I was waiting my turn.
(Yes this is all very important to my story.)
This asian girl was asking the front desk about this TV License notice we all got. She wondered why we had to pay to call them up to say we didn’t want to use their service. By “pay” she meant spend money using a phone call. Now, I did this phone call in a minute and a half and that means I used up about 30p of my Pay-as-you-go service. But this girl wanted nothing to do with it. The lady behind the desk very nicely informed her that you shouldn’t ignore the letter, and maybe the web address works, but really just give them a ring. Don’t ignore it, they’ll just send you more. From the conversation I had on the phone, they’ll also send inspection services after you. Lovely. . . Anyways, this girl WAS NOT giving in. She kept asking if there was an email or some “free way” to contact these people to say she didn’t want a license, etc etc. The lady was getting a bit steamed because the girl wouldn’t listen. She kept insisting it was silly for this company to tell us we had to have a license and that she didn’t even watch television, let alone online. Those of us in the vestibule were exchanging looks of “This lady is going to kill her in about 3 seconds. ooooohhhh man!!!” Our usually-friendly lady finally snapped out something about how this was the way things are done in this country, if you don’t like it you can just _______ it. I can’t recall what term she used. Something that pretty much meant “shut up and shove your complaint up your bum.” I mean she had daggers coming out of her eyes and steam out her ears. If she could have breathed fire, I think she would have.
Anyways, I was next after the guy in front of me got a package and didn’t quite do things in the right order. She nearly smacked the clipboard back on the counter. I was like . . uh. . this can’t go well. So I tried to calm her down by saying my question had NOTHING to do with the TV License, I already took care of it. Instead. . . *insert interruption by her about how it really was a very simple process to just ring them up…* I interrupted her to say I knew, I had just called them about an hour ago and things were taken care of BUT I had a different issue. I told her I was allergic to seafood (mostly true) and that my kitchen mates are VERY big on cooking it. I get severe headaches during dinner time, and I can’t go in there to make myself food at night. The rest of the day I am fine. It is ONLY at dinner time. This poor woman just sat down, looked at me with this “Oh…. oh… dear me….. ” She looked so terrified about this. She wasn’t sure what to tell me, and worse yet she has no idea what they can do about it. PROBLEM! So I am to wait until Monday to talk to the Manager or whomever it was she mentioned because he’s left for the day, and he won’t be in all weekend (duh, no one is).
I hope this is easy to fix. Easy to figure out a remedy for. I really hate doing this. But I have a serious reaction to seafood and it made me so miserable to watch this woman who had just been about to smack someone look at me like I had just told her that her dog had been hit by a car. I mean it was AWFUL! I’m not used to announcing this nasty reaction. So anyways, I said I’d come back on Monday and that it was really fine, I can wait until then, I’m doing fine for the moment.
Keep in mind that everyone who works there knows that Grant and I are dating. I also informed her that Grant’s kitchen is also full of these seafood loving people, so it’s not like we can just start cooking in HIS kitchen. Both of them are a problem. The smell of this seafood is enough to make anyone feel ill (at least once it’s been in the garbage overnight). I am glad Grant was there with me. I wanted a witness to this.
So I’m scared about what will happen. Will I have to move to another room? Another building? Stay where I am???? I just don’t know!!!
So now, on top of all my homework, readings, writing, etc I have this thing to mull over and think up all kinds of outcomes. It’s easy to push it from my mind during the day, but as dinner looms, I’m scared to go into the kitchen. It’s not fish. . . just seafood. But I think I shall have to put up a sign that says I am allergic to salmon, please under no conditions cook it. I am not sure what else to tell them. There is no way to say “sorry you have to cook something else that isn’t seafood from now on.” That’s just not right, there is no way I can do that. I can’t suddenly tell 6 people that do cook seafood they have to stop.
Anyways, that’s my current crisis.
Speaking of dinner, it’s about time to start cooking. Grant has been wonderful going down there to cook and clean up while I sit up here avoiding a splitting headache and feeling ill. I want to be strong and be able to face this awful reaction, but I guess you just have to suck it up and say, yes I’m gimped.