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choco_froshThere are a number of reasons why I haven't been posting much recently.
First of all, I've been freaking out about my Kalamazoo paper, which I'll be delivering on Thursday after spending twelve of the previous thirty hours in a car. It is finally done (I hope), and has shiny powerpoint diagrams. Hopefully these will distract everyone from the fact that I'm not actually working from that much new data...
Second, I still need to find a job. Or jobs. So far, I have a bunch of no's, while Hopins continues to string me along. So there's been that.
Thirdly, we've been apartment hunting, in search of more closet space. Hence today, we looked at five different places.
Number One (before dinner): Unbelievably beautiful huge third-floor place nearer the center of town. However, it has psychotic landlords, who forbid candles, putting up picture hooks, and taing showers after eleven. We got home, looked at the number of things hanging on our walls, and decided it wasn't worth it.
Number Two (first thing after dinner): We headed out, only to realize that we didn't actually have the exact address. Grace raced home for it. Having found it, we realized that it was the former abode of our friends Brian and Beth. The landlord, however, failed to answer the door. We eventually rousted out the mother of one of the current renters, who showed us her apartment, while Grace twitched with stress.
When we finally got in touch with the landlord, it turned out that he thought our appointment to view the place that evening was "tentative." WTF??
Anyway, the apartment in question is the one above the one we got to view, and is indeed the former abode of our friends. So it's been promoted to our preferred choice, on the off-chance that noone else grabs it first...
Number Three: two floors, so we'd move in with our friends who are currently in Catalunya. Turned out to be about the same as a similar place they vetoed, though. Differences: a) larger kitchen (good), b) no kneewalls (bad), currently being gutted and refurbished (a surprising sight).
Number Four: The f'ing landlord utterly failed to show up. Well, screw them.
Number Five: actually gave me the best vibes of the lot. Grace hated it. In any case, there's no way we'd get the four-poster under the unnecessarily huge fan/light fixture in the front bedroom.
So yeah. Currently feeling a bit fagged out. Time to run my paper by Grace, and then think about going to bed and getting up early. And try to remember what else I have to do before I leave (insanely early) on Wednesday.
First of all, I've been freaking out about my Kalamazoo paper, which I'll be delivering on Thursday after spending twelve of the previous thirty hours in a car. It is finally done (I hope), and has shiny powerpoint diagrams. Hopefully these will distract everyone from the fact that I'm not actually working from that much new data...
Second, I still need to find a job. Or jobs. So far, I have a bunch of no's, while Hopins continues to string me along. So there's been that.
Thirdly, we've been apartment hunting, in search of more closet space. Hence today, we looked at five different places.
Number One (before dinner): Unbelievably beautiful huge third-floor place nearer the center of town. However, it has psychotic landlords, who forbid candles, putting up picture hooks, and taing showers after eleven. We got home, looked at the number of things hanging on our walls, and decided it wasn't worth it.
Number Two (first thing after dinner): We headed out, only to realize that we didn't actually have the exact address. Grace raced home for it. Having found it, we realized that it was the former abode of our friends Brian and Beth. The landlord, however, failed to answer the door. We eventually rousted out the mother of one of the current renters, who showed us her apartment, while Grace twitched with stress.
When we finally got in touch with the landlord, it turned out that he thought our appointment to view the place that evening was "tentative." WTF??
Anyway, the apartment in question is the one above the one we got to view, and is indeed the former abode of our friends. So it's been promoted to our preferred choice, on the off-chance that noone else grabs it first...
Number Three: two floors, so we'd move in with our friends who are currently in Catalunya. Turned out to be about the same as a similar place they vetoed, though. Differences: a) larger kitchen (good), b) no kneewalls (bad), currently being gutted and refurbished (a surprising sight).
Number Four: The f'ing landlord utterly failed to show up. Well, screw them.
Number Five: actually gave me the best vibes of the lot. Grace hated it. In any case, there's no way we'd get the four-poster under the unnecessarily huge fan/light fixture in the front bedroom.
So yeah. Currently feeling a bit fagged out. Time to run my paper by Grace, and then think about going to bed and getting up early. And try to remember what else I have to do before I leave (insanely early) on Wednesday.
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Date: 2007-05-08 04:38 pm (UTC)Sounds very university-like.
We're actually staying in New Haven: precise location to be determined.
But you are more or less stationary, therefore visitable. Which is mostly what I wanted to know.