In case you're new to this here blog... My fellow RA's call me "Momma" because I'm "motherly" and caring and I bake them biscuits. I'm usually quite easy-going.
Usually.
hehehehehehe
I was checking out a resident - not one of mine - and I go to said resident's room and they still have half their stuff in there and it's a mess. I tell them they need to have all of their items out of the room and they need to fix certain things. This resident procedes to protest and say "It's not my fault..." etc... the usual load of bs and I said, "No. It's your room and your responsibility. Either you take care of it or I will have them bill you for the clean-up." In the midst of this the resident continued to protest. "No." I said. "Either you take care of it or Res Life will bill you the charges for the person who does take care of it. It's not my problem. Don't start with me."
mwahahahaha
That felt good.
I stood up for myself.
This person was 100% in the wrong and was pissing me off and I said exactly the right thing at exactly the right time (for once in my life) and this person shut their mouth and began cleaning.
*jump for joy*
Good job Aspen.
*pat self on back
Resident even appologized to me later, once they had cooled down.
But I'll never forget that look of shock on their face. I could just see them thinking: "Holy crap. She's serious." The jaw dropped and everything.
*bounces off to bed with visions of that look in her dreams