Everyone from Bond is living together in a dorm with bunk beds. Movers come to take us someplace else and install new bunk beds.Everyone puts all their stuff in piles on the bed.
When the mover arrives he says that we can’t just pile our stuff on the beds, everything has to be packed in suitcases or boxes. I look at the new bunk beds and realize they’re too small—you wouldn’t be able to sit up if you were in the bottom bunk. I say that we’ll have to return the new beds and find better ones.
I make an announcement to the entire group about this. I tell everyone I have two things to tell them: 1) they have to pack their stuff and 2) we need to buy new beds. While I’m talking, someone comes up and interrupts me between points one and two. I get annoyed since it’s clear I’m still talking, and I’m nervous about people’s response.
Everyone is upset but instead of complaining about packing, they complain about the fact that they moved out of their parents’ homes. Everyone agrees that living with their parents was much better than this. They all glare at me like it’s my fault. I feel responsible, like it’s because of me that they can’t go home again.
