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The way things work out
Aug. 4th, 2005 10:36 pmYesterday was stressful.
I spent the whole day wondering and waiting, having looked at an apartment the day before, and having liked it - especially the balcony, but also the location - one block away and around the corner from my current building.
But there was a credit check to be done, with my parents as guarantors, and there was the wait before my apartment mate, Fresh Samantha and her mother swung into the city on the way to camp to see the apartment. And the phone message that said that someone else had put in a credit application before us. And then there was the wait for the phone call - well, I called her, but she needed to call me back...
And then there was a ten minute wait in line at Conway to return a skirt - only to realize I had the wrong receipt on me. And then there was the walk to Macy's to return other clothing, followed by a crowded subway trip after a metrocard malfunction.
Yes, the stress level was very high.
And then there was the meeting in my mother's minivan, in which she was supposed to give me the credit info in hand, and during which I proceeded to spend at least half an hour on the phone while my mother waited patiently in the driver's seat beside me.
Turns out that, after all that, Fresh Samantha did not like the apartment. The converted bedroom would only have one outlet, and we would need to arrange to have the wall built ourselves. Oh, and the management - not so high on the friendly scale.
Turns out that there was still an open apartment in our very own building. And I think that our building manager was more than happy to give it to us. I left her a deposit at 10 PM, after way too many hours spent on the phone and ignoring homework. And then I was on the phone with Fresh Samantha's mother at midnight. So much for sleep... I couldnt' sleep anyway.
So it's ours now. After all that. And after I rejected that very same apartment about two weeks ago.
And now things feel like they will be okay. We have an apartment. We will have a lease as soon as we finalize who will be on it - and then we can add names as necessary. We are staying in the building. I will have my own bedroom - and I love the window! And we will have a window in the livingroom. No air conditioning, but a window.
So now we just need another roommate or two.
But things are calmer.
And instead of being totally stressed out, I am now merely tired.
I spent the whole day wondering and waiting, having looked at an apartment the day before, and having liked it - especially the balcony, but also the location - one block away and around the corner from my current building.
But there was a credit check to be done, with my parents as guarantors, and there was the wait before my apartment mate, Fresh Samantha and her mother swung into the city on the way to camp to see the apartment. And the phone message that said that someone else had put in a credit application before us. And then there was the wait for the phone call - well, I called her, but she needed to call me back...
And then there was a ten minute wait in line at Conway to return a skirt - only to realize I had the wrong receipt on me. And then there was the walk to Macy's to return other clothing, followed by a crowded subway trip after a metrocard malfunction.
Yes, the stress level was very high.
And then there was the meeting in my mother's minivan, in which she was supposed to give me the credit info in hand, and during which I proceeded to spend at least half an hour on the phone while my mother waited patiently in the driver's seat beside me.
Turns out that, after all that, Fresh Samantha did not like the apartment. The converted bedroom would only have one outlet, and we would need to arrange to have the wall built ourselves. Oh, and the management - not so high on the friendly scale.
Turns out that there was still an open apartment in our very own building. And I think that our building manager was more than happy to give it to us. I left her a deposit at 10 PM, after way too many hours spent on the phone and ignoring homework. And then I was on the phone with Fresh Samantha's mother at midnight. So much for sleep... I couldnt' sleep anyway.
So it's ours now. After all that. And after I rejected that very same apartment about two weeks ago.
And now things feel like they will be okay. We have an apartment. We will have a lease as soon as we finalize who will be on it - and then we can add names as necessary. We are staying in the building. I will have my own bedroom - and I love the window! And we will have a window in the livingroom. No air conditioning, but a window.
So now we just need another roommate or two.
But things are calmer.
And instead of being totally stressed out, I am now merely tired.
