ekolter wrote:Read fine print. Contact the agency. Document all grivences. Get a lock for your stuflf - one of those deadbolt locks. Even lock your room when you're not there. Then...
Get the hell out of there.
Speaking of locks, this is what pisses me off about the agents : I'm not allowed one. Yes. Thats right. No lock.
I just carry my valuables (Laptop, wallet, DS, passport) on me while I go out. Thats where I need em anyway <_<;
As for the laxative idea, booby traps have been set already - I leave for London this weekend. Thats usually the cue for all my food to "vanish", along with choice possessions.
Killbert-Robby wrote:Speaking of locks, this is what pisses me off about the agents : I'm not allowed one. Yes. Thats right. No lock.
Is that legal? I don't know English law well enough, but in German law, a contract is no guarantee for you being obliged to meet it, so long as the requirements aren't legal. I'd be deeply disappointed if English law had no provisions for allowing you to keep your possessions safe when danger of losing it is clear and present.
Apparently it has something to do with altering the property bla bla bla. I really don't get it, it pisses me off, and agents made a real big stink about it. Another part of it is that they do "spot checks" regularly, make sure the house is kept clean and so on, and they want to access all the rooms. I asked if I could give em a copy of the key or something, but nah.
They do spot checks to make sure that everything is ok.
Make everything not ok for your roommate.
I would start with dropping a piece of meat into his ductwork. Difficult to find, godawful smell, and it might just as likely as not be a mouse that died instead of a slice of beef. Every time the heat or AC comes on, the smell wafts into his room. Alternatively if you are afraid of being caught, purchase a mouse, kill it, and put it in the duct work. The idea is that rancid meat smells like rancid meat. And he'll look EVERYWHERE for it, but in the ducts.
Then, you buy ants. You can get them for ant farms on the internet. They don't come with a queen so you don't have to worry about them growing into a colony. You put these ants in his bed, under the covers.
I'd top it off with throwing a rock through his bedroom window. You'll know when he's not home. You can even call the incident in to the association for him, so when he comes home, you can tell him that someone threw a rock through his window, but you've already called about repairs. Nothing says innocence like helping out.
Just some thoughts. Afterwards, you can get nasty.
Crossfire: "Thank you! That explains it very nicely, and in a language that someone other than a physicist can understand..."
Denial is not falsification. You can't avoid a fact just because you don't like it.
"Data" is not the plural of "anecdote"
There is one class that sets the University of Missouri at St. Louis apart from most other colleges when it comes to IT Degrees - BA4850. It's a full on analysis/design project. You find a customer, you do the entire analysis, you do the entire design, you implement, the implementation is 70% of your grade, and you have five months. The end result is a working system and application for a real client, a two hour presentation, and a five hundred page binder plus all associated technical and training documentation.
It's a monster class. I've spent 24 hours in the last three days alone with it.
My team has each given maybe 6 hours. Documentation is late, if it comes at all. One of our presentations to the customer occurs tonight, and the presentation won't even be ready until 45 minutes before we have to give it.
I've written both the major papers. Certainly they've contributed heavily, but I've done maybe 1/3 of the work, out of a group of 5 contributors. I've also done all the 'long waits' while they bother to contribute.
The thing is, my grade depends on them. We're graded as a team, with some lee-way for individuals.
All this would be bad enough, but I am going into Jury Duty on March 10th. So I'm actually ok with doing some extra work now, such as it is, assuming they pick up the slack while I'm gone.
But I don't think they will. I really don't.
I can't cut them up and bury their corpses because I need their effort such as it is. I can't really go to the professor. I'm tired, cranky, frustrated, and more than a little concerned, since this class is mandatory.
ARGH.
*bangs head on wall*
Crossfire: "Thank you! That explains it very nicely, and in a language that someone other than a physicist can understand..."
Denial is not falsification. You can't avoid a fact just because you don't like it.
"Data" is not the plural of "anecdote"
