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Listening to: From the Choirgirl Hotel. Not for long, though... it's not really matching my mood quite like I was expecting it too.

Currently Reading: Just barely started Jonathan Lethem's Gun, With Occasional Music. Kind of saving it for the train, as well as a stack of others (both fiction and non). Also, I recently read Laurie Notaro's I Love Everybody (and Other Atrocious Lies): True Tales of a Loudmouth Girl (again) in like two days, and peed myself laughing. Highly recommended. I also devoured The Broke Diaries by Angela Nissel in, like, a mere few days. Laughed until I peed. Also highly recommended.

Wishing: income. Lots of it. Other than that, life's pretty good.

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2001-08-04 | 6:48 p.m.

nightmares.

...The nightmare that is Seattle University's Residential Living Office becomes so much worse.

This is a rather involved story, but a good one, so I'll give as little background information as is necessary so as not to lose anyone with an attention span shorter than that of my own.

Last year I lived on the 11th floor in this building. It was part of an "Academic Residential Community," everyone on the floor spoke at least one foreign language. It was great fun.

Due to space limitations, the staff of the University felt it appropriate to switch the 10th and 11th floors for next years, so the slightly less popular "24 Hour Quiet Community" could be on the 1th floor, and the "Foreign Lanuage ARC" could be on the 10th floor. Cool!

Deciding that I wanted to keep my room (address, phone number, etc) more than I wanted to be part of the ARC, coupled with the fact that 24-Hour Quiet would better suite my study needs, I requested to excercise my "sqatter's rights" that each student is granted after a year and stay on the 11th floor. This was as opposed to moving to the 10th floor, where I was originally assigned. After speaking with two head staff members at the Residential Living Office, (also commonly known as "RLO"), I was promised that retaining my position on the 11th floor would be probable, possible, and as good as done.

I remained stress-free, except for when I found out that the campus crack-whore was living down the hall from me. You see, she thinks I'm the reason that she almost lost her job this Summer, and has had it in for me ever since.

So last night, I receive my housing announcement. Congratulations! You've been assigned to room 1032! (You guessed it! 10th floor). I spoke with one of the less powerful staff members at RLO today, who told me that the only spaces on the 11th floor were rooms belonging to people who did not, as of yet, have a roommate. I am assigned to a single room for medical reasons, and thus shit-out-of-luck as far as a room on 11. Oh, no, says I. There will be room on the 11th floor. I'm sorry you guys can't do your job, and I realize that it's unfortunate that some student who has been assigned to that room will have to be moved, but dammit, I was promised that room, that room is mine according to policy anyway, and HELL if I'm not going to get that room! There's nothing they can do today, but apparently the powers that be return from vaction this weekend and will be back in the office on Monday morning, try back then. So I will. I don't care if I have to feign an eppilectic seizure in their office, but I WILL GET MY ROOM!! I'll let you know what happens.

...Then, the nightmare that is my insurance company's mail-order pharmacy gets worse.

Living in a college dorm, packages have to be addressed to me in order to make it to me. However, not being the primary subscriber on the insurance, my medications are often sent to this address, with my mother's name on it. Unless I'm doing the mail, or someone I know is doing the mail, my meds are returned to sender, addressee unknown.

I had called several times and asked that the necessary changes be made so that I could be absolutely sure that my medications would arrive properly. Having been assured by staff members that everything had been changed, I received another package of meds addressed to my mom, but at my address. THAT time, I called and asked to speak with a supervisor or a manager. Having explained my entire story to the manager, HE assured me that he would make the proper changes. So today I get a package of meds addressed to my mom. Thank goodness I was doing mail today! I called again, and asked for a manager. I had to explain the entire story again, and the lady said that she would try to get the same manager I had spoken with before. No managers were there today, but if I would like to speak to a "Resolution Specialist" (aka, problem-solver, let's be honest with ourselves), I was more than welcome to. I did this, and she said that she would take care of everything, which I hope she did. If not, there may be hell to pay, especially since I might not get medications that could save my life. Damn.

Something good, though... I had a dream about my friend Jamie! She was wearing that beautiful yellow leather jacket with the flowers embroidered on it. She bought it for $1 at a thrift store :-) ANYWAY... she was here in the building moving in for fall quarter! I welcomed her, and helped her move in, as I have been storing some of her stuff in my room and in my storage locker. I miss her, and all my other college friends, too! I look forward to when they come back.... Hmmmm.....

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How's our friend [email protected] doing, do you think? Anyone made any progress? Don't forget: nasty emails are one thing, but signing her up for email lists, etc, is quite another!! Good work, everyone! Keep it up!! (read the old entries, if you missed the story! :-)

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ALSO: My friend Caitlin and her twin sister are looking for an appartment. What it had come down to is this: they have their choice between an appartment that will suffice at an affordable price, and their dream appartment at $100 a month more. She is trying to figure out what to do, and I said I would open the floor to you guys. Email me, ([email protected]) and let me know what you think, so I can tell her what to do!! Thanks you guys!!

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