So, I thought I'd throw out a funny anger moment. First, I should explain a little of my job. I work in college housing and supervise resident assistant or RA staff in addition to overseeing a residence hall. I also serve in a rotational on call status to respond to after hours issues and crisis. Mostly, the students are good but occassionally I deal with some real :poop:heads.
So one night I was on edge and keyed up. I decided I would just play some XBOX even though it doesn't really relieve anything and can sometimes key me up more. I didn't really care because it was Easter weekend and I wasn't on call. While playing an intense part of a game I hear a loud thud against the wall of my house. (My house sits in the middle of the housing area I manage, but stands alone from the student buildings.) The thud was so hard it rattled my pictures on that wall and instantly reminds me of some of the mortar fire we got in Iraq. I instinctively crouch down and start running through what it could've been. My first thoughts are dry ice bomb as we had had a few of those on campus the preceeding weeks. Then BAM!, it happens again. It seems to have a double note to it. Then again and again in about a minute time frame. I'm grabbing a knife from knife block and heading out the door while calling my RA that is on duty in my area and telling them to meet me outside of my house.
I cautiously walk outside, scanning my rooftop and my patio which has an eight foot wall around it. I go out my gate and hear the thud again. I hear two males laughing around the corner and I approach with my knife in a slightly concealed manner. I have thoughts between dry ice bombs to someone getting thrown against my wall and beat up or raped. I come around the corner in a low stance ready to attack or defend just as one of the males is running up the wall of my house and doing a backflip off of it. The two guys were those f*cking extreme runners!:mad:
I laid into them verbally and made sure they understood they needed to find a different place to practice. I don't know if they noticed my knife or not, but my staff member sure did! He showed up as the guys were walking off. I was still raging a bit and I think it spooked him pretty good. When I finally went back into my house and saw which knife I grabbed, I had to laugh. There hadn't been many choices since most were dirty in the sink, but what I had was the damn bread knife. Really long and scary but about as useless as a butter knife!:O_o:
So one night I was on edge and keyed up. I decided I would just play some XBOX even though it doesn't really relieve anything and can sometimes key me up more. I didn't really care because it was Easter weekend and I wasn't on call. While playing an intense part of a game I hear a loud thud against the wall of my house. (My house sits in the middle of the housing area I manage, but stands alone from the student buildings.) The thud was so hard it rattled my pictures on that wall and instantly reminds me of some of the mortar fire we got in Iraq. I instinctively crouch down and start running through what it could've been. My first thoughts are dry ice bomb as we had had a few of those on campus the preceeding weeks. Then BAM!, it happens again. It seems to have a double note to it. Then again and again in about a minute time frame. I'm grabbing a knife from knife block and heading out the door while calling my RA that is on duty in my area and telling them to meet me outside of my house.
I cautiously walk outside, scanning my rooftop and my patio which has an eight foot wall around it. I go out my gate and hear the thud again. I hear two males laughing around the corner and I approach with my knife in a slightly concealed manner. I have thoughts between dry ice bombs to someone getting thrown against my wall and beat up or raped. I come around the corner in a low stance ready to attack or defend just as one of the males is running up the wall of my house and doing a backflip off of it. The two guys were those f*cking extreme runners!:mad:
I laid into them verbally and made sure they understood they needed to find a different place to practice. I don't know if they noticed my knife or not, but my staff member sure did! He showed up as the guys were walking off. I was still raging a bit and I think it spooked him pretty good. When I finally went back into my house and saw which knife I grabbed, I had to laugh. There hadn't been many choices since most were dirty in the sink, but what I had was the damn bread knife. Really long and scary but about as useless as a butter knife!:O_o:
