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I got back to Baltimore yesterday, much to my chagrin. This is not the city I want to be in right now. And it's as though everything in my world is telling me that I really should have just stayed in Dallas...
Got off the plane and had to deal with horrid weather as I stood outside waiting for my friends to pick me up.
Went to dinner and had the worst service in the history of mankind. Plus, I think I got a touch of food poisoning...
Had to go to a meeting exactly three and a half minutes after I got back on campus.
Found out when I FINALLY got to my apartment that I was two days behind in all of the RA stuff I was supposed to do. Got yelled at by not one but TWO of my bosses, who failed to understand the concept that I could not accomplish much in Baltimore when I was still in Dallas.
Went to buy some food last night and found that my meal plan had not yet been activated and therefore I could not eat.
Battled some insomnia last night (for the first time in years).
Woke up this morning and had to rush to an emergency meeting. Turns out a student here died this morning-- the causes are still unclear. He was a senior, only one semester away from graduation... I vaguely knew him from the two or three classes we'd had together. But it's always surreal and hard to understand when someone your own age dies, I guess.
Spent forty minutes trying to figure out why my meal plan wasn't working. Turns out they just forgot to activate the meal plans for all of the RAs. Funny how that works out.
Decided to do all of the RA stuff that was supposed to be finished two days ago. This included a trip to the Resource Room, where I cut about eight hundred penguins out of construction paper. Even better, on the way there I slipped on some ice and got mud all over my jeans. In the process, I managed to fuck up my left hand. It went numb for about half an hour and then it hurt like hell for another two hours.
Worked from two to six (it was supposed to only be till five but the girl who was supposed to work after me is cousins with the roommate of the guy who died, so...).
Came home and fell asleep, which kinda prevented me from doing anything productive.
Had to go to two more meetings-- both of which revolved around the situation with the student that passed away today.
Came home and accidentally killed my fish. This actually almost pushed me over the edge.
Was talking to my boyfriend for the first time since Saturday, which has been a hard adjustment after spending most of the past three weeks together, when my computer decided to shut down.
And now I get to go to work again until five a.m.
-- I'm choosing to pretend that things can only get better. --
Pseu
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