“What?!” I say,
“We’re already here. And there’s four beds. Four guys. Four
beds…” But the person is already leaving, expecting immediate
compliance. I walk out after them, fuming but trying not to show it.
“Hey!” I say as
I caught them. “Why aren’t we in that room? Don’t we have enough
beds?” I am hoping we weren’t going to have make one of us sleep on
the floor now that we finally got beds. I wouldn’t have minded
sleeping on the ground, but the unfair treatment pisses me off.
“Yes, but there
are only enough beds if you guys sleep in that room.” And then she
walks away.
I am exasperated.
Did we leave clear communication and high consideration in Ireland?!
I am sick of orders with no explanations. The whole need to know
information policy is fine for the military, but I feel entitled to
someone listening to me when I there’s an injustice going on.
Clearly making one of the guys sleep on the floor is an injustice,
especially since no one even asked us.
However, I consider
it for a second and realize one of the guys is married. Of course
he’s going to be in another room with his wife and not in the guys
room. Thus, we only need three beds. I keep quiet the fact that the
person was right and I was wrong. It would be stupid to let it out.
I just pretend like it never happened and move my stuff to my new
bed.
