| Horrible freaking week. |
[Aug. 10th, 2007|06:30 pm] |
Right, on the way back I managed to compare it to the same dates as experienced by someone who has REAL problems... and yeah, I didn't get any limbs blown off, nor did anything truly shitty happened to me, but it was the week of minor annoyances expanding at a geometric pattern.
Got a new roommate. Just to recap - student dorms, 6 person apartment, 2 person rooms. My last roommate moved out at the beginning of the year, spent most of my time alone. Which kicked ass. Then I had to tidy up and everything... I'm misanthropic enough without having to share a room.
Thankfully, the middle room was empty (one guy left permanently, one guy is abroad), so I could sleep there without worrying about the farts and constant (noisy) shifting.
I've lost my student card. Which I discovered just as I was about to enter the university and have a literature exam. So, there was much running in circles, screaming, shouting, wailing and gnashing of teeth. There was also a mad mission impossible-style race around and inside the university to get a temporary entrance permit, and a notification that I'm registered as a student... didn't get much last minute studying done....
Found my gym pass though (lost it a few weeks ago), so that's a plus. Spent my time barely studying, working out and working on my tan.
Final exam (except for the one I have to retake). Essentially satisfactory - except for the blank slate moment in the middle I solved by totally cramming my face full of chocolates until I finally figured out what the hell was the difference between Aristotle's and Plato's stance on the issue.
I have cunningly managed my cash (and chocolate) supply to last my just long enough to get me through the exam, and on the direct bus back to Arad (the previously mentioned SUPERSEKRET bus line) along with the 100 kilo bags I used to evacuate my dorms room (my credit card doesn't work anymore, and I have to find a summer job - did I forget to mention that?). Exam done, bags packed, I arrive at the stop half an hour early... and decide that now is a good time to call my internet supplier at the dorms and disconnect. FUCKING MORONIC MOVE, people. It takes me 50 MINUTES, between the waiting times, the disconnects and the re-routes to the wrong addresses to get through the automatic system and talk to the right person... and it turns out that that person cannot help me until I provide some personal details I don't happen to have written down near me.
Once I'm done, I turn to the other people at the bus stop, and wonder why my particular bus is running late. Turns out (surprise!) - it's not. It stopped by 5 minutes ago - just not at the stop, but 20 meters away. Where I failed to notice it. :) :) :) :) :)
So, I have 6 shekels on me, and a choice to make - do I go back to the dorms and see if I can get some money from one of my roommates, possibly for tomorrow's bus? Do I was for the next direct bus, coming in 4 hours? Or do I get over to the central bus stop and freaking beg people for money, because I'm fairly desperate to get home? All this + very tired + splitting headache + arrgh, I is ded.
So... I went, and begged. Oddly enough, I got 20 shekels from a soldier kid, which was odd. And in Beer-Sheva, I managed to catch the bus to Arad just as I got off the Jerusalem bus... and people whom I KNOW simply ignored me and got on the bus. However, total strangers DID help out (interesting, though obvious, that once one girl donated, the rest also joined in). I got about three spare shekels... and an actual bus stop beggar approached me, so I got rid of the change for Karmic reasons...
Bah.
Did manage to get all the identity cards I lost out of the huge pile of laundry latter next day... |
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