2014-08-21, 06:00 PM
Res life called me to tell me they moved me into the wrong f'ucking apartment and that the kid that was ACTUALLY in my room was here and I needed to get out. This was 10 minutes before I was supposed to leave and give a bus tour to incoming freshman, thankfully my partner is awesome and was cool with doing the tour on her own.
Took me 4 f'ucking hours to move everything in recycle bins, because my parents took my boxes home and they had nothing else. No one in the res life staff even offered to help move my stuff. Both rooms were 3rd floor, so I had to lug awkward, heavy boxes DOWN three flights of stairs, out two doors, across the lot, in two doors, and up another three flights of stairs. To make it better, the two rooms I had to move between were literally the furthest ones apart in the two buildings.
Then to top it off, my ex (who I'm still in love with, and have been talking [intimately] to for the past few months) told me this morning that she wishes I was dead.
Pretty shi'tty day. Thank god my suitemates move in tomorrow and classes start monday, otherwise I'd lose my f'ucking mind (as if I'm not already)
Took me 4 f'ucking hours to move everything in recycle bins, because my parents took my boxes home and they had nothing else. No one in the res life staff even offered to help move my stuff. Both rooms were 3rd floor, so I had to lug awkward, heavy boxes DOWN three flights of stairs, out two doors, across the lot, in two doors, and up another three flights of stairs. To make it better, the two rooms I had to move between were literally the furthest ones apart in the two buildings.
Then to top it off, my ex (who I'm still in love with, and have been talking [intimately] to for the past few months) told me this morning that she wishes I was dead.
Pretty shi'tty day. Thank god my suitemates move in tomorrow and classes start monday, otherwise I'd lose my f'ucking mind (as if I'm not already)