"I used to think there was just fat and skinny. Apparently there's a lot of things that can be wrong on your body."
-Cady Heron, Mean Girls
I briefly mentioned days off at my job in a previous entry, but the short version is that I don't have a traditional 5 pm Friday - 9 am weekend. In fact, weekends are some of the busiest times where I work. This Saturday was a particularly busy day for me; on top of my regularly scheduled activities, I promised some students I would drop them off at the movie theater for a 9:30 pm movie. I have the distinct privilege of driving the short bus to Walmart on Saturday nights at 7:00 just about every week, and this week was no exception. I made it home around 8:20 pm, struck up a conversation with my coworker Yolanda, and was inspired by our conversation to go wash all of my dishes before I did the movie dropoff. By my calculations, if I didn't do it right then, I wouldn't do it until Monday. (I intend to spend my Sunday--one of my days off--in Shreveport with my fiance.)
Full of determination, I headed to my apartment. I unlocked the door, opened it, turned on the light, and then I saw it: I had a visitor.
Specifically, I had a cockroach.
Being from the South myself, I haven't had a lot of exposure to lands where bugs do not want to be all up in my business. I have come to understand that cockroaches in the South are particularly large and extremely crunchy when stepped on. My experience living in old buildings--particularly residence halls--in the South has taught me that no matter how clean you are, cockroaches still might come for a visit. I did a good job cleaning my kitchen before I left for the summer and still returned to a dead cockroach in my kitchen. I didn't let it ruin my day.
Here's the thing: I don't like to kill bugs, even big ones. I once showered with a cockroach and had one of my coworkers remove him from my shower once I was done. (I told the roach it had to be still, and it complied.) Another time, I put my trash can over a cockroach because the same coworker was watching the Pittsburgh Steelers in the Super Bowl and couldn't immediately come over to make sure the cockroach got safely out of my window. I had to leave the room because the sound of the roach flapping around under my trash can was bothering me.
But I did not kill them.
This night, I didn't know who to call to help me with the roach problem, so I took matters into my own hands: I was going to trap it in a cup and take it outside to play in the bushes. What happened instead, however, is that the roach ran into a crack and hid.
So I broke out a can of disinfectant spray and held the button for a solid ten seconds. If you've ever seen Night at the Roxbury, it was a lot like the bathroom scene , except with disinfectant instead of hairspray. If you haven't seen Night at the Roxbury, start this video at around 0:06.
Then, I not only washed my dishes, but I mopped my kitchen. I took the students to the movies, and when I returned, I mopped my bathroom. And I vacuumed. And I sanitized a bunch of surfaces.
Fast forward to room check (after I have returned with the crowd from the movies, of course), which is at midnight on Friday and Saturday nights. I enter one of my suites, and Belle flings her door open. She is wearing a towel. Some students are more comfortable hanging out in towels/their underwear than others, but Belle is not one who I have ever seen wearing just a towel. Something must be up.
"KIM?!" she says.
The roach is still on my mind.
"What is it? Do you have a roach?"
Her eyes grow wide.
"What? No! IS THERE A ROACH??!"
"No. I mean yes. Well, there was. But he might be outside now. I don't know. But it's okay. You don't have a roach. There's no roach in your room."
"There's a roach in [our building]??? I am going to [the boys' building] tonight!"
"No you're not! Also, you know where there are more roaches than [our building]?"
In unison, including her suitemate Anne who witnessed this conversation: "Outside."
After we straighten out the roach dilemma, Anne says, "Hers aren't attached."
"Nooo!" Belle exclaims.
Apparently, they were discussing ear lobes. Someone pointed out that Belle's ear lobes are attached, and she was looking for other people with attached ear lobes. I was no help.
I told her that I think she's beautiful, and I never even noticed that her ear lobes were attached...not that attached ear lobes are a defect in the first place. Then, I spewed out a story my sorority sister Tiffany told me about some woman on a show called "Sex Sent Me to the ER." I didn't even know that was a real show until Tiffany relayed a story about a couple who melted a giant gummy bear (remember my gummy bear love?) and poured it on the woman while it was so hot that she burned off a layer of skin. YIKES. I told her that burned off skin was a defect, not attached ear lobes.
At that point, I knew I should probably just stop talking and go to bed, so I finally asked, "Do you feel better about any of this, Belle?" to which she replied, "Yes," and I left the suite satisfied that I hadn't totally failed at my job for the night.
Cady was correct; things were much simpler when it was just fat and skinny.