The small things

At brunch today (and yesterday for that matter) the dining hall finally had real sausages. Not those grey, wrinkly, pinky-sized monstrosities but real, honest to goodness Italian sausages. My weekend suddenly got a lot brighter.

Small things can make me happy.

I just went downstairs to move my laundry from the washer to the drier. I got there literally two minutes after the wash cycle had ended. What do I find? My clothes had been taken out of the machine and dumped on top of it in puddles of detergent and bleach. Grace period, people. Grace period. Don't be in such a rush. And be considerate than to put newly washed clothes in bleach and detergent and whatever filth had collected in said bleach and detergent.

The guy who committed this travesty had the nerve to return shortly after and stand watching his machines while I cursed under my breath. It's been a while since I've wanted to hit someone this bad.

Small things can make me really angry.