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Last Thing by Diana Anaid
Honestly, I am having difficultly releasing the mundane things that stress me. I am not talking about relational or livelihood issues, but rather small things. People trying to run my meetings, insignificant differences in opinion with my superiors, inconsiderate actions by others in public, people arguing over petty issues, miscommunications by others that make me look like the bad guy, heartless squashing of far-fetched aspirations. Quite frankly, an unspecific, broad group of people in general. None of these things stand alone. The onslaught of all of them condensed to the past two days is primarily to blame. Sleep nor chai tea nor blogging has untied this knot of stupid things that I normally excuse.
You have this flighty aspect that adds to your intense persona.
— Justin T., in response to my indecision over where to position the bunk bed to maximize chi and usable floor space.
Don’t count your chickens too fast.
— Thadd
I don’t think that’s how it goes.
— Adam
By chickens, I mean CG channels.
— Thadd
I love Studio A.
UPS will only deliver to my neighborhood between 10:30 and 14:00. The driver never buzzed the apartment yesterday. So even though my roommate finally stuck around for the third delivery attempt, his effort was in vain. Because my roommate inconsiderately missed the first two delivery attempts, a lack of presence on the third delivery attempt was A Bad Thing and usually results in a package being returned to sender. I paid $50 to ship my twin-extra-long bunk bed frame from College Bed Lofts.com. I refuse to pay that charge again because the driver never buzzed.
Already frustrated that my roommate (who has no job or school responsibilities yet) for missing the first and second delivery attempts of our bed frame, I became livid with UPS for not buzzing. In fact, had my other apartmentmate not seen the sticky note on the building door when he left for class, none of us would have known that UPS even tried to deliver yesterday.
I missed all of my classes today waiting for UPS to arrive. Veronica, a UPS dispatcher, assured me that the driver will be here by 12:30.
Time will tell. At least I have internet access now…
EDIT: UPS just arrived, but they did not bring it to my door. I had to haul the two boxes to my apartment with no help from the UPS driver. I guess those handtrucks are for show.
While I love living in Harbor Point, the management company has a lock-out agreement with Verizon to not allow Comcast broadband internet access even though Comcast can offer digital cable in the community. Part of this is because Verizon has a special hub just for DSL in the Harbor Point community (1900 apartment, 3000 residents).
Verizon was scheduled to install my DSL on September 10, but never showed or called to cancel. They would not reschedule me until today. The man actually arrived and installed things in about an hour. Being the geek, the first thing that I did is head to DSL Reports.com and run a speed test. The result: 128 kbps up/down. (For those who aren’t hip to the lingo, this is *really really really* piss poor performance for broadband).
I almost want out of my lease because of this. I am not happy with Verizon or Harbor Point for not disclosing that I would pay $50/month for essentially the speed of two dial-up connections.
Jeremiah, you have a very powerful name. You know that, right?
— Veronica at UPS
What is this supposed to mean? I just replied, “Uh, thanks.” Her voice was deep and mystical, like she was telling me some divine truth before switching tone and telling me that I wouldn’t be able to have my package delivered until tomorrow.
Summer love is so out of season. Now back to The Ataris song already in progress…
Healing Rain by Michael W. Smith
Well I have big boobs, so i guess we’re in the same boat.
— Rianna, always searching for similarities.
I’m
— Rianna, on verberization of nounsgoogling
sounds like, I’m picking my nose and eating it.
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