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sigmastolenCould not sleep last night. Ugh.
Not until practically 8 in the morning, when I should have been up eating breakfast, did I actually feel sleepy... so at that point I took the 2 hours of sleep that I could, and skipped the errands I had planned. Well, mostly -- I didn't make it to the drugstore to see if they would develop my cameras, but after I figured out that I'd be late to work anyway (forgot my student ID to get cheap cheap bus fare in my apartment, but after I'd gone back for it, it turned out that the cheap cheap student bus fare only applies during the year. fail), I dropped by the post office to mail a letter and buy one-cent stamps on my way to the bus.
The reason I'm taking the bus, by the way, is that my car is in the shop. My car has been in the shop for nine days. We, in fact, dropped my car off at the shop before we left for Maui, with the understanding that when we returned to California yesterday, they would have finished working on my car. Not so, apparently. We called yesterday morning and they assured us it would be finished by the end of the day. So then we called a bit before they closed and they assured us it was nearly done and that they would call when it was. They did not call. So then my mum had to drive me to my apartment last night, and whenever my car is ready to be picked up (hopefully today!) she will have to drive back and pick me up so that I may drive myself back again. This is absurd. And highly inconvenient.
Dear Norm's,
You've been good to my car in the past but this is Not Okay. I need my car back.
Disappointed,
S
The bus was interesting, though. I like walking places in my new environs, and I found out that I don't even have to go all the way to the end of the street to get to the post office (which is across the alleyway from my bedroom window, BTW -- or at least the top of it's parking is, and post office employees drive loudly in the mornings), because the customer lot has an entrance on the alley and I can just walk through from there to the inside. Cool! And the bus stops pretty close to my building, about three blocks up and one or two over. And a cute boy sat by me: tall, lanky, glasses, auburn dreads. Flatmate (and probably![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
malikamalisha as well) would scold me for not trying to chat him up or something, but I do find that it's nice to just smile on the inside.
So, errands and practising this evening and tomorrow, and hopefully this evening I will be able to get my car back as well.
Not until practically 8 in the morning, when I should have been up eating breakfast, did I actually feel sleepy... so at that point I took the 2 hours of sleep that I could, and skipped the errands I had planned. Well, mostly -- I didn't make it to the drugstore to see if they would develop my cameras, but after I figured out that I'd be late to work anyway (forgot my student ID to get cheap cheap bus fare in my apartment, but after I'd gone back for it, it turned out that the cheap cheap student bus fare only applies during the year. fail), I dropped by the post office to mail a letter and buy one-cent stamps on my way to the bus.
The reason I'm taking the bus, by the way, is that my car is in the shop. My car has been in the shop for nine days. We, in fact, dropped my car off at the shop before we left for Maui, with the understanding that when we returned to California yesterday, they would have finished working on my car. Not so, apparently. We called yesterday morning and they assured us it would be finished by the end of the day. So then we called a bit before they closed and they assured us it was nearly done and that they would call when it was. They did not call. So then my mum had to drive me to my apartment last night, and whenever my car is ready to be picked up (hopefully today!) she will have to drive back and pick me up so that I may drive myself back again. This is absurd. And highly inconvenient.
Dear Norm's,
You've been good to my car in the past but this is Not Okay. I need my car back.
Disappointed,
S
The bus was interesting, though. I like walking places in my new environs, and I found out that I don't even have to go all the way to the end of the street to get to the post office (which is across the alleyway from my bedroom window, BTW -- or at least the top of it's parking is, and post office employees drive loudly in the mornings), because the customer lot has an entrance on the alley and I can just walk through from there to the inside. Cool! And the bus stops pretty close to my building, about three blocks up and one or two over. And a cute boy sat by me: tall, lanky, glasses, auburn dreads. Flatmate (and probably
malikamalisha as well) would scold me for not trying to chat him up or something, but I do find that it's nice to just smile on the inside.So, errands and practising this evening and tomorrow, and hopefully this evening I will be able to get my car back as well.
