Up until about 7 am this morning, my school year was going pretty terribly. My plane flight was 2 and a half hours late, I got bad jet-lag and woke up at 4:30, and then locked myself out of my suite, earning a $22 key-in fee. I pretended to sleep for another hour or so, and then used the internet for a little while, which brings us to 7 o’clock.
The Facilities office opens at 8 am, so at 7 I felt that if I managed to lock myself out a second time, I could wait the remainder of the hour to get my room key. So, I spent a half hour moving all my boxes–a dozen of them (I’m a real pack rat, apparently)–into my room, and then another couple hours unpacking. I’m satisfied with the result, which has my desk facing the door, with my bed behind it near the balcony. It’s real cozy. Pictures may ensue if I feel the need.
Eventually, I picked up my absolutely filthy car from the storage place where I left it over the summer. I need to get it inspected, so I might as well just wait on a wash, and let the dealership clean it. Other than that, I’ve been pretty bored.
Silence is killing me, since I can’t have a meaningful conversation with anyone, even if I’m the only one they’re talking to, let alone if there’s a few people around. Of course, I still feel the lump in my throat that brought me to the doctor in the first place, so I’ll have to stick it out, avoiding talking as much as possible. Thank goodness for the internet?
Karolina
August 29, 2006
Poor Dougie. But you got me to laugh when I read about how “absolutely filthy” your car got from sitting in the beautiful Southern California weather for three months. Did it miss you? Did you miss it?
I like the strategy of letting the dealer take care of the car wash: after all, what’s the point of being offered excellent customer service if you can’t take advantage of it.
Did I tell you my cell phone story? My Motorola phone became jealous when it saw Mitch get a new Razr phone, so the next day it stopped working. Nothing could bring it back to life; the tech person at Verizon said the condensation dot showed red, which means that somehow it got wet (beats me). So I dropped it from five feet, and miraculously it came alive! I discovered this anomaly 12 years ago, when a waitress accidentally dropped orange juice on my phone: as I was walking to the maitre d’ to complain, I accidentally dropped the phone and it came alive! Very mysterious, but reliable, way to fix the unfixable.