But when my digestive system is unhappy, it makes that fact known.
Drinking several glasses of water this morning helped, but it became obvious that I wouldn't be better by the time the fire alarm test was scheduled to start, and I'd have to make do with the cramped, dingy bathrooms of Wohl Center. Problematically, they have no coat hooks, so with a thin coating of unidentifiable gray sludge on the floor, I had to find somewhere to stash my posessions.
It's times like this I'm glad I'm on good terms with the kitchen staff here Although it was the little overpriced grocery store I went to, not the kitchen; as I explained the situation, the woman operating the register (actually, the entire store) was quite willing to hang on to my things for me. I know her well enough to feel like I can trust her, and it worked out; my intestines are much less agitated now, and nobody stole my backpack.
I try to be friends with the campus staff in general because the sweeping majority of them are cool people. I'm not utilitarian and/or manipulative enough to look for kickbacks or consider it a plan for eventualities like this. They're just people worth getting to know, and it distresses me how many students tend to largely ignore them.
But still, it's also nice to have that little bit of help when it's desparately, desparately needed.