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onefixedstar ([personal profile] onefixedstar) wrote2003-09-13 10:32 pm

Crossing things off the list

I spent today (as I spent so many days this past week) working on the apartment. I cleaned, I sorted, I unpacked, I hemmed, and I did laundry, which means that I get to wear the new clothes I picked up last week while shopping for apartment-related items. We also got our kitchen counter replaced, thus eliminating both the burn marks that were on it when we moved in and the leaky faucet in one fell swoop. It's good to know that the current property managers are a little faster with repairs than my old landlords (who promised certain upgrades before we moved in and still hadn't done them sixteen months later when we moved out). The only bad part was that the tradesman showed up at 8:30 this morning, which meant that I was scrambling into my clothes as he was coming up in the elevator. At least they called to warn me that he was on his way.

I picked up my new office key yesterday. The office is nice, if a little cramped, with lovely, large windows that provide enough sunlight to keep both people and plants happy. Alas, there's no view since we face a brick wall, but it's still a slight improvement over the skylight in my previous office. I share it with two other people, one of whom I met only briefly. The other is a woman in my cohort who I've been corresponding with for a few months; I expect we'll be able to hang out and commiserate about our coursework. Now I just need to buy a notebook computer so that I can actually work in my office rather than spending all of my time in the windowless computer lab across the hall.

My new bed is due to arrive tomorrow. I'm quite excited because that means I'll get to use all my new bedding, and I might finally be able to figure out how to organize my room. It's surprisingly difficult to do that when you're missing a major piece of furniture. And since I got the rest of the apartment stuff done today, I should have lots of time to work before dinner. If I don't have another impromptu firedrill tomorrow morning thanks to our malfunctioning alarm system (nineteen flights of stairs at 6:30 in the morning is not my idea of fun), it should be quite a good day.