For Christine, the days since meeting the new member of the 5th floor became slower and slower. Her work days as of late usually consisted of calling various on campus maintenance men to fix the chaos which the students on the 5th floor put their rooms through. 5-A had broken their oven because they thought it would be funny to see what happened when you heat up a fire work in there. Apartment 5-C would be fixed almost every other day due to them breaking a door or punching a hole in the paper-thin walls in the apartment. Christine sat in her quiet office, only the small fan in the corner of the room buzzed softly as cold air was blown into the room. She slowly rubbed her temples with her eyes closed, a light headache slowly overcoming her after a long conversation with Barry the builder.
Barry, a rather old, podgy man was called by the beautiful floor manager to fix the bathroom door in apartment 5-D. The phone call was a headache for her in a number of ways: Barry would always try to flirt with her over the phone, letting her know how attractive she was and how he would love to take her out to dinner.