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In which Miriam feels like an idiot
Aside from a great number of other things which happened today, I moved out of my Ziskind room. I was so proud of myself. I packed almost everything up yesterday and persuaded a helpful friend and accompanying parental unit to help me move most of it and then just had a load of laundry and a few last bags to move today. I was a whole day ahead of schedule. I ought to have known that moving is never that easy.
The turn of events was as follows:
After making my farewells, I called Emily and packed up. Emily and her summer roommate Gwen (a lovely person who I look forward to becoming better acquainted with) came by and helped with the last-minute minutiae like dusting all surfaces (no mean feat when you have a number of untidy plants and the corner of your room has been leaking plaster dust all year), removing the stubborn sticky from the door, sweeping, and all the little annoying things that always take longer than you think they will. We then moved the last of my stuff into the hall, closed and locked the door, checked and signed the little brown sheet, and hauled the last few bundles over to my new lodging on Green St, stopping by Clark Hall to drop off my Ziskind keys.
We then did enough unpacking to make the room look like I might possibly live in it and went to dinner. Afterwards we headed over to Parsons to watch some of Pride and Prejudice, which Emily had never seen. I got back to my room and was just settling down to send an e-mail to my family telling them that my extension is now different when I realized that I didn't have Miss Eliza. That no one had carried her over from Ziskind. That, in fact, the last time I had seen my computer bag it was hanging on a hook in my closet. That Emily had moved everything out of the closet when she'd swept it, but probably only everything on the floor. And did I mention that I'd already returned my keys? Also that my external hard drive (with a complete backup) was packed in the same bag?
So I called Public Safety and hightailed it over to Ziskind and called Public Safety again and one of the nice lady officers finally showed up and let me in and Miss Eliza was indeed exactly where I thought she was, and she is once again safely in my possession.
In other news, we discovered that while carpet tape is insufficient to hold up my purple dragon hanging, it is perfectly capable of pulling up Ziskind floor tiles.
N.B. I need to write the floor tiles and the shedding ceiling on the work order list.
So, about that e-mail to my family . . .
The turn of events was as follows:
After making my farewells, I called Emily and packed up. Emily and her summer roommate Gwen (a lovely person who I look forward to becoming better acquainted with) came by and helped with the last-minute minutiae like dusting all surfaces (no mean feat when you have a number of untidy plants and the corner of your room has been leaking plaster dust all year), removing the stubborn sticky from the door, sweeping, and all the little annoying things that always take longer than you think they will. We then moved the last of my stuff into the hall, closed and locked the door, checked and signed the little brown sheet, and hauled the last few bundles over to my new lodging on Green St, stopping by Clark Hall to drop off my Ziskind keys.
We then did enough unpacking to make the room look like I might possibly live in it and went to dinner. Afterwards we headed over to Parsons to watch some of Pride and Prejudice, which Emily had never seen. I got back to my room and was just settling down to send an e-mail to my family telling them that my extension is now different when I realized that I didn't have Miss Eliza. That no one had carried her over from Ziskind. That, in fact, the last time I had seen my computer bag it was hanging on a hook in my closet. That Emily had moved everything out of the closet when she'd swept it, but probably only everything on the floor. And did I mention that I'd already returned my keys? Also that my external hard drive (with a complete backup) was packed in the same bag?
So I called Public Safety and hightailed it over to Ziskind and called Public Safety again and one of the nice lady officers finally showed up and let me in and Miss Eliza was indeed exactly where I thought she was, and she is once again safely in my possession.
In other news, we discovered that while carpet tape is insufficient to hold up my purple dragon hanging, it is perfectly capable of pulling up Ziskind floor tiles.
N.B. I need to write the floor tiles and the shedding ceiling on the work order list.
So, about that e-mail to my family . . .