I’m one of those people who can ignore annoyances for a little while, but eventually gets fed up with them and decides to do something. And of course, for this I get headaches, most of the time.
For example, the mailbox for the Foreign Professor’s residence on campus.
Over the last few months, I’d noticed that checking mail had become somewhat of a chore, an annoyance, and finally an impossibility. The reason is that the damned mailbox — a single cubby on the wall of the security office in another building on the other side of campus — was completely stuffed with the random credit card statements, junk mail, and other postal detritus of people who either live on campus now, or else haven’t lived on campus for years and years.
Finally, in annoyance, I brought the whole bloody stack of it home and put it in a box, typed up notices, and put them up on the doors. I left the box on the table by the front door.
When I was leaving it there, the cleaning ladies were taking out the recycling, which also happens to be left in bins by the front door. I told them, explicitly, “스래기 안