Burning anger
So last night, shortly after I logged off, my new roommate moved in. Zach moved out within a week because he hated the location of the apartment; he had a legitimate excuse to not tolerate a 45-minute commute, so they moved him out. Now Jon has moved in, and we seemed to be getting along fine for the last few days.
Until now.
Jon smokes.
I am deathly allergic to cigarette smoke, even second-hand. I can tolerate it as residue on clothes or in a car for limited periods, a day at most, but I cannot live with the residue or anywhere near a cloud of smoke, even on the balcony.
I'm not angry at Jon.
I am irate at my Microsoft Relocation Specialist.
Until now.
Jon smokes.
I am deathly allergic to cigarette smoke, even second-hand. I can tolerate it as residue on clothes or in a car for limited periods, a day at most, but I cannot live with the residue or anywhere near a cloud of smoke, even on the balcony.
I'm not angry at Jon.
I am irate at my Microsoft Relocation Specialist.