Because you're on my crew
Hey Livejournalland. I'm moved into my apartment! I signed/initialled/swore on the 66 pages of rental agreement on Monday and I've been moving ever since. Good times. It's a little bit of a disaster area, if you can imagine. I only got a kitchen table yesterday (thank goodness for the Arc), so there's been a definite lack of furniture. It's kind of hard to organize things beyond piles without furniture to put said things/piles into/onto/under/betwixt. But things are shaping up and I like the place. It's a-okay.
Recall, please, that I signed my lease on Monday. WELL, on Tuesday, my boss told me that she'd be cutting back my hours. A lot. Another employee has been wishy-washy on if he's going to continue or not, or how much, or whatever. So her promise of full-time hours for me was apparently for naught. Of course, on Wednesday, she told me that he'd accepted another part-time position, so maybe I won't be losing quite so many hours.... or something. Then she hired someone for part-time.
....
Wait--what?!?
Time to look for another job, it seems.
I haven't met any neighbors yet, by the way. Sort of seen some folk around, but haven't really met anyone. However, at about 2:30 this morning, there was a bit of a debacle in the parking lot. I was hanging around, doing important home-making crap, when I hear a lot of crunching and breaking glass. I'm on the third floor, so I'm not too worried for myself, but I'm more than a little concerned for my car. After waiting to hear if anything else happens, and finding that I can't see what went on from my window, I head downstairs to check things out. Several others are already up and about four people are out in the parking lot, inspecting the building. After seeing that my car (my precious car!) is fine, I listen up as a man informs (I assume) the police that someone has just "hit another car and then ran into the building". That's right. Someone rammed the building with their car. Took out someone's window, too, but I'm still willing to bet that the building won this particular bout. Let that be a lesson to you, aggressive drivers: walls hit back.
Recall, please, that I signed my lease on Monday. WELL, on Tuesday, my boss told me that she'd be cutting back my hours. A lot. Another employee has been wishy-washy on if he's going to continue or not, or how much, or whatever. So her promise of full-time hours for me was apparently for naught. Of course, on Wednesday, she told me that he'd accepted another part-time position, so maybe I won't be losing quite so many hours.... or something. Then she hired someone for part-time.
....
Wait--what?!?
Time to look for another job, it seems.
I haven't met any neighbors yet, by the way. Sort of seen some folk around, but haven't really met anyone. However, at about 2:30 this morning, there was a bit of a debacle in the parking lot. I was hanging around, doing important home-making crap, when I hear a lot of crunching and breaking glass. I'm on the third floor, so I'm not too worried for myself, but I'm more than a little concerned for my car. After waiting to hear if anything else happens, and finding that I can't see what went on from my window, I head downstairs to check things out. Several others are already up and about four people are out in the parking lot, inspecting the building. After seeing that my car (my precious car!) is fine, I listen up as a man informs (I assume) the police that someone has just "hit another car and then ran into the building". That's right. Someone rammed the building with their car. Took out someone's window, too, but I'm still willing to bet that the building won this particular bout. Let that be a lesson to you, aggressive drivers: walls hit back.