Since I finally have internet again, I figured I'd start by telling you all about the move. The wedding stuff will need to wait because it became very involved and completely insane.
So first, I managed to get here without killing my mom along the way. It took us two days and terrible back pain and over $200 in gas, but I made it.
I get to the place on Thursday night, and the office tells me I can't have my keys because my room in the apt. is not ready yet; they still need to change the locks. I of course, believe this to be sheer and utter bull shit. So I got back into the car with my mom and left a message for Dori, my roommate. (Yes, her name is the same as Dori from Finding Nemo. No, you don't need to point that out to her, she already knows. What is ironic, is that I have a Nemo antenna topper on my car...)
My mom and I drive around town for a while (yes, more time in the car) hoping Dori will call back and we can sleep in the living room instead of having to get a hotel for the night. Good news! Dori called and we got into the apartment. Her boyfriend, or fiance rather, was there and he helped us get everything out of the car. That was super awesome of him because I live on the third floor of a walk-up. Yup. Exercise for me!
Dori's best friend used to live in my new room, so she had an old key and let me get in. Maintenance never came to switch out the lock, so I was pretty pissed when I realized this and the office COULD have let me move in early. Dori made us dinner and we all (Dori, Josh, me and my mom) hung out for a bit. We had brought an air mattress with us so I had to inflate that. Did you know that some air mattresses come with electronic air pumps? Mine didn't. I had to pump that sucker up by hand. It sucked. It extra sucked because I shared it with my mom.
The next morning, I went to the office to officially get my key. They couldn't find my key in the semi-organized files of keys they had. The guy searched in the office and handed me a key. I went back to the apartment, it wasn't the right. He comes over and brings every single key he can possibly find. None work.
The maintenance guy finally comes and we tell him Dori has a key from her old roommate. They had to make a copy of that key to give me a copy. They kept her old copy for themselves since they had clearly lost the one they were supposed to have. Ridiculous.
I already stated that there was no internet for the first four days of me being there. That sucked as well. I had training on Friday afternoon, and have been in training every day since. I'm going to be a teacher starting Monday. How ridiculous is that? I'm shocked they're letting me do this, seriously I am.
I have my own desk in an office with the other GA's. I have the picture of us at the table at the 9's on it. It's super cute. I make sure to tell everyone that's the Entourage.
I know you all hate it, but I'm really excited to be here. Dori said she's heard the faculty talking and that I'm expected to be one of the top students in the incoming class. That makes me really happy. I just hope that I actually know what I'm doing now.
I'm done with training for the week (thank god!) but there is a faculty coffee thing in the morning from 9-11am. I'm not entirely sure I want to go since I've already done so much stuff and I'm not even close to being unpacked yet. I really just want maintenance to come and put my TV up. And a curtain rod for my room. But that's it. That's not too much to ask for, I'm sure of it!
Sorry for the super long post, but I felt I owed you one.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Internet - Finally!
Posted by Fountain at 11:59 PM
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3 comments:
You did owe us one, and I thank you for it.
I miss you Amanda, however, your Illinois Adventures sound interesting. I can see so much future LULZ from your tales. :)
Also I love that your roommate is named dori and you have a "finding nemo" car thingy.
Ironic right???!!!
Also, wait until I post about the wedding. That story is RIDICULOUS!
Fountain, that was an epically long post - and I loved it.
I can't wait to hear about all the shenanigans...I mean, wonderful times, lol...you have in Illinois.
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