Currently working three days a week at the CIT Help Desk in the basement of one of the buildings on campus. It’s a tiny little concrete cell with a fake plastic plant, no windows, bright florescent lights that buzz all the time, a cheap desk and a chair on wheels that smells like one of my collegues who wears too much cologne.

Nobody ever uses the CIT Help Desk. I can just sit here with my boots on the desk in the first circle of sensory hell and, in theory, get seven consecutive hours worth of homework done.

I do appreciate that there is an all gender bathroom across the hall from me and that I don’t have to interact with anyone beyond v superficial niceties. I have worked in places that were much more demanding on my nervous system.

Still – would deadass give up my first born child for less aggressive lighting right now. I have not yet descended to the level of wearing sunglasses indoors, in the basement, with my boots up on the desk, but I’ve seriously considered it.

I also want to find whoever wears this much cologne and watch him drink it. Under duress.

The things we do for money. Smh.