I am really lucky to get into staff quarters. It's by lottery. And there was only one private unit available this month. And I got it. No more hour-long commutes. I can see my office from my balcony. It's a studio apartment and I have my own kitchen and restroom. Yay...oh, but don't get too excited. There is no sink in the restroom. The shower is not a separate space and it is one foot from the toilet. It's been a while since I've had to shower with flip flops on. (I'll post before and after photos of the space later. After a really really thorough cleaning.)
My unit is in Block C. No elevator...thank goodness I didn't have any furniture with me.
I'm kidding (but not really) when I describe staff quarters as a cross between prison and sanatorium. Tell me this picture does not evoke images of the visitation room at a prison.
And tell me Natalie isn't standing in the hallway of a sanatorium. You know, dim lighting and white walls to not over stimulate crazy people.
Hahahahaha
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