She Came in Through the Bathroom Window...
So, I'm in my new apartment...
today was not a fun day...
Overall it wasn't awful, and I'm doing much better now than I was before, but I'm still quite unimpressed with housing. I was supposed to move in last night, but my grandparents had their 50th wedding anniversary and I was there instead. So I moved in today. However, when I got here, I found out that even if I had come last night, I would have been unable to move in. They weren't finished cleaning and painting my room because the former resident did not move out until Saturday night. He was supposed to move out sooner, but he didn't. I would not have known any of this until I got there Sunday night, so I would've had a carload of stuff and nowhere to put it, not to mention nowhere to sleep. Thankfully I didn't come last night, and although it was annoying that I couldn't move in until this evening instead of at lunch as I'd planned, it wasn't a huge deal. I just would've been very pissed off if I got here last night and found out I had nowhere to go.
So, there was that. I got to my apartment this evening around 8ish. The first thing I noticed when I opened the door was the stench. It smelled awful, and not like fresh paint at all. If it was fresh paint, it would have been strong and unpleasant, but at least I would have known what it was I was smelling. This was nothing like fresh paint.
After groaning about the terribly undesirable smell of my brand new apartment, I went to open my bedroom door. I unlocked it and pushed it open, not really paying attention to the door knob, as I was carrying something heavy and was eager to put it down. As I exited my bedroom, I shut the door, waiting for that familiar click one hears when the door is latched shut. The click never came. Confused, I tried again. And again. Still no click. I jiggled the doorknob, thinking maybe the latch was stuck and needed to be released. I tried again. Still nothing. I looked at my brand new bedroom door and discovered the reason for the lack of the usual click. I have no latch on my bedroom door. The little device that moves in and out when you turn the doorknob from one side to the other was gone, missing; AWOL. I was terribly frustrated by this point. It didn't help that I was PMSing and angry at almost everything anyway, and by now I was muttering angry words at OU housing under my breath.
I moved all of my stuff into my apartment, and then went to Hamlin to pick up my computer, which, incidentally, I had to leave locked at the mail desk so it wouldn't overheat in my car. You know, because I had to move in later than expected.
I then went to Meijer to buy some of the necessities--toilet paper, laundry detergent, shower supplies--that sort of thing. I spent way more than I expected, and I found a beautiful orchid that I decided I would have to buy soon, but not yet. When I got back to my apartment, I was thrilled to find that I was able to carry all of my bags in one trip.
I stepped into my apartment (again noting the awful and indistinguishable scent), and set all of my bags onto the floor. I began unloading things and putting them in their proper places. I sprayed my fabreeze air freshener as soon as I took it out fo the bag. I also unpacked most of the boxes that I brought with me. When I turned to my big closet with the double mirror sliding doors, I laughed without amusement at the huge crack on the bottom right hand side of the left door. Yet another problem with the room.
Ah well, such is life. I now sit at my desk, listening to instrumental music and eating ritz crackers, drinking Bolthouse Farms Tropical Fruit Smoothie, laughing at myself for my drastic mood change that took place as I was putting things away. I went from being terribly irritated, angry and down right pissed off to being amused and actually kind of happy. So, I will soon be sleeping in a full sized bed in freshly washed sheets, with clean hair and face, and I hope that the mood I am in will last into my dreams and that I will wake content in the morning. Good night, all, and much love.
Love,
~Me
today was not a fun day...
Overall it wasn't awful, and I'm doing much better now than I was before, but I'm still quite unimpressed with housing. I was supposed to move in last night, but my grandparents had their 50th wedding anniversary and I was there instead. So I moved in today. However, when I got here, I found out that even if I had come last night, I would have been unable to move in. They weren't finished cleaning and painting my room because the former resident did not move out until Saturday night. He was supposed to move out sooner, but he didn't. I would not have known any of this until I got there Sunday night, so I would've had a carload of stuff and nowhere to put it, not to mention nowhere to sleep. Thankfully I didn't come last night, and although it was annoying that I couldn't move in until this evening instead of at lunch as I'd planned, it wasn't a huge deal. I just would've been very pissed off if I got here last night and found out I had nowhere to go.
So, there was that. I got to my apartment this evening around 8ish. The first thing I noticed when I opened the door was the stench. It smelled awful, and not like fresh paint at all. If it was fresh paint, it would have been strong and unpleasant, but at least I would have known what it was I was smelling. This was nothing like fresh paint.
After groaning about the terribly undesirable smell of my brand new apartment, I went to open my bedroom door. I unlocked it and pushed it open, not really paying attention to the door knob, as I was carrying something heavy and was eager to put it down. As I exited my bedroom, I shut the door, waiting for that familiar click one hears when the door is latched shut. The click never came. Confused, I tried again. And again. Still no click. I jiggled the doorknob, thinking maybe the latch was stuck and needed to be released. I tried again. Still nothing. I looked at my brand new bedroom door and discovered the reason for the lack of the usual click. I have no latch on my bedroom door. The little device that moves in and out when you turn the doorknob from one side to the other was gone, missing; AWOL. I was terribly frustrated by this point. It didn't help that I was PMSing and angry at almost everything anyway, and by now I was muttering angry words at OU housing under my breath.
I moved all of my stuff into my apartment, and then went to Hamlin to pick up my computer, which, incidentally, I had to leave locked at the mail desk so it wouldn't overheat in my car. You know, because I had to move in later than expected.
I then went to Meijer to buy some of the necessities--toilet paper, laundry detergent, shower supplies--that sort of thing. I spent way more than I expected, and I found a beautiful orchid that I decided I would have to buy soon, but not yet. When I got back to my apartment, I was thrilled to find that I was able to carry all of my bags in one trip.
I stepped into my apartment (again noting the awful and indistinguishable scent), and set all of my bags onto the floor. I began unloading things and putting them in their proper places. I sprayed my fabreeze air freshener as soon as I took it out fo the bag. I also unpacked most of the boxes that I brought with me. When I turned to my big closet with the double mirror sliding doors, I laughed without amusement at the huge crack on the bottom right hand side of the left door. Yet another problem with the room.
Ah well, such is life. I now sit at my desk, listening to instrumental music and eating ritz crackers, drinking Bolthouse Farms Tropical Fruit Smoothie, laughing at myself for my drastic mood change that took place as I was putting things away. I went from being terribly irritated, angry and down right pissed off to being amused and actually kind of happy. So, I will soon be sleeping in a full sized bed in freshly washed sheets, with clean hair and face, and I hope that the mood I am in will last into my dreams and that I will wake content in the morning. Good night, all, and much love.
Love,
~Me