life update
So we FINALLY have internet and cable at our house!!! Cable I actually don't care so much about, but having Internet after a long withdrawl is fabulous. Fabulous.
Yet, I'm not at my house. I'm at work. Copy shift 3-7. Yet nothing is actually in copy, and we can't even write headlines because specs aren't in yet. So I've checked facebook a thousand times, and both e-mail accounts, and myspace and livejournal...and ugh. I'm just bored.
I am so sick of dealing with subleasing issues. Honestly, they have trumped everything on my to-do list for the past three weeks or so, and I am so ready for everything to be comfortable again. The crazy girls are out, a new girl is in, and I just found another one who wants to take over a room for second session. Yet there's just so much paper signing, rearranging, so many phone calls, extra little things to remember... and the worst part is, I've been pretty much the only one who's continuously had to deal with this shit. Because Katie's in New Mexico, Stephanie's pretty much in Dearborn all the time, Michelle works 9-5 everyday.
So everyday, it's just me handling all these issues.
And I'm not complaining- OK, I am a little. I'm just frustrated at the situation mostly. Frustrated that the original subtenants turned out to be so psycho and had to cuss-out the leasing office, frustrated that no one seems to want to do anything to help me, frustrated that this could have been so easy and effortless, yet we're still going to be dealing with sublease issues til mid-June. If not later. And by "we" I mean me.
And I have a life, too, which sucks. Everything has had to take the backburner. And all my roommates agree that we need new subleasers, yet when we have to do ANYTHING, it's all, "I have work," or "I have class" or "I won't be around." Well, I too have a job, classes and a life, yet I've been the one who's had to rearrange my schedule. It's just shitty.
At least I got a new job so I can afford life. I don't know if I wrote about that last time, but it's at Kellogg Center as a banquet server. It's pretty decent hourly pay, I know like 7 girls who work there (including Jen, Rach, Katie, Lydia, Jackie...) and I can request time off. So that's cool. I train Friday. I hope I'm good at it. And I'm sort of dreading the ugly uniform, but at least I don't have to go buy new clothes like I did for Harper's.
And I'm trying to apply all over the world for an internship, which I need in order to graduate. My Olympics application is turned in, which is a huge weight off the shoulders. Tomorrow, if not tonight, I'll be turning in an application to be a sports writing intern with the Kalamazoo Gazette. I'm also thinking about applying with HOUR magazine right out of RO. It's really nice that I can afford to take fall or spring off, because otherwise, I'd be screwed. The Kzoo internship sounds amazing, and I kind of hope I get it, despite the fact that I'd have nowhere to live.
Things with Chris are so confusing lately. I still like him so much. Ah. I just don't know what to do. I never know what to do when it comes to him. I wish things could have worked out and I wouldn't have to think about it. The whole situation makes me so sad.
Jumping topics again-- I went to Cheboygan with my dad two weekends ago and we moved the boat over to Duncan Bay, where we keep it. It was nice to spend some q time with my dad, I really like him when he's not being lame. We ate really good pizza and ordered extra so I could take some home with me to my new house- and then I left it in the car. Huge bummer. I'm still mourning the loss. That was such good pizza. I think I'm just writing about this because I'm really hungry. Ahhh, 55 minutes left of my shift.
It's sad because everyone's turning 21 and I'm not. Candace turns in like, two weeks and I'll just sit at home...waiting like, 3 more months. I think I bitch about this a lot, but I deserve to. It really suckity suck sucks.
If anyone's looking to read a good book, read Pledged by Alexandra Robbins. It is a BRILLIANT piece of investigative journalism. The perfect balance of a quick read, yet really fucking amazing.
Um, my foot is asleep.
And I actually kind of kicked the shit out of my PLS exam last week in Troy (don't ask why I'm taking an MSU class in Troy yet am living in EL.) And it was really hard!!
Seacrest out, kids-
Yet, I'm not at my house. I'm at work. Copy shift 3-7. Yet nothing is actually in copy, and we can't even write headlines because specs aren't in yet. So I've checked facebook a thousand times, and both e-mail accounts, and myspace and livejournal...and ugh. I'm just bored.
I am so sick of dealing with subleasing issues. Honestly, they have trumped everything on my to-do list for the past three weeks or so, and I am so ready for everything to be comfortable again. The crazy girls are out, a new girl is in, and I just found another one who wants to take over a room for second session. Yet there's just so much paper signing, rearranging, so many phone calls, extra little things to remember... and the worst part is, I've been pretty much the only one who's continuously had to deal with this shit. Because Katie's in New Mexico, Stephanie's pretty much in Dearborn all the time, Michelle works 9-5 everyday.
So everyday, it's just me handling all these issues.
And I'm not complaining- OK, I am a little. I'm just frustrated at the situation mostly. Frustrated that the original subtenants turned out to be so psycho and had to cuss-out the leasing office, frustrated that no one seems to want to do anything to help me, frustrated that this could have been so easy and effortless, yet we're still going to be dealing with sublease issues til mid-June. If not later. And by "we" I mean me.
And I have a life, too, which sucks. Everything has had to take the backburner. And all my roommates agree that we need new subleasers, yet when we have to do ANYTHING, it's all, "I have work," or "I have class" or "I won't be around." Well, I too have a job, classes and a life, yet I've been the one who's had to rearrange my schedule. It's just shitty.
At least I got a new job so I can afford life. I don't know if I wrote about that last time, but it's at Kellogg Center as a banquet server. It's pretty decent hourly pay, I know like 7 girls who work there (including Jen, Rach, Katie, Lydia, Jackie...) and I can request time off. So that's cool. I train Friday. I hope I'm good at it. And I'm sort of dreading the ugly uniform, but at least I don't have to go buy new clothes like I did for Harper's.
And I'm trying to apply all over the world for an internship, which I need in order to graduate. My Olympics application is turned in, which is a huge weight off the shoulders. Tomorrow, if not tonight, I'll be turning in an application to be a sports writing intern with the Kalamazoo Gazette. I'm also thinking about applying with HOUR magazine right out of RO. It's really nice that I can afford to take fall or spring off, because otherwise, I'd be screwed. The Kzoo internship sounds amazing, and I kind of hope I get it, despite the fact that I'd have nowhere to live.
Things with Chris are so confusing lately. I still like him so much. Ah. I just don't know what to do. I never know what to do when it comes to him. I wish things could have worked out and I wouldn't have to think about it. The whole situation makes me so sad.
Jumping topics again-- I went to Cheboygan with my dad two weekends ago and we moved the boat over to Duncan Bay, where we keep it. It was nice to spend some q time with my dad, I really like him when he's not being lame. We ate really good pizza and ordered extra so I could take some home with me to my new house- and then I left it in the car. Huge bummer. I'm still mourning the loss. That was such good pizza. I think I'm just writing about this because I'm really hungry. Ahhh, 55 minutes left of my shift.
It's sad because everyone's turning 21 and I'm not. Candace turns in like, two weeks and I'll just sit at home...waiting like, 3 more months. I think I bitch about this a lot, but I deserve to. It really suckity suck sucks.
If anyone's looking to read a good book, read Pledged by Alexandra Robbins. It is a BRILLIANT piece of investigative journalism. The perfect balance of a quick read, yet really fucking amazing.
Um, my foot is asleep.
And I actually kind of kicked the shit out of my PLS exam last week in Troy (don't ask why I'm taking an MSU class in Troy yet am living in EL.) And it was really hard!!
Seacrest out, kids-