::restraint::
The week is done. Over. Past. Gone with a glance. Now I must viciously eschew all thought and reminder of the workplace for another 48 hours. Despite a bit of change at work, I must say, this week dragged by, slowly, as paced as the tortoise.
To finalize my first glimpse of rest away from work, I stopped by Starbucks for a Light Coffee Frap and some more reading of Les Mis. Initially, I came in exhausted and, quite frankly, almost a bit sickly (a throat irritation has begun since yesterday). I left with a free mind and a refreshed esophagus.
Returning home I checked my mail and looked up the latest on my Amazon order. Oh grief! Anguish! The wrong shipping address was placed for it (a mistake only I can field the blame for) and the order was already into preliminary shipping status, beyond cancelling or alterring. What’s worse is that the accidental address was my last semester school address, which doesn’t exist for me any more, let alone anyone I hope. So I email Amazon with my issue seeking support, counseling, and sympathy; 24 hours from now I *might* receive aid in reply. Then I check my VT mailing status and whatnot. I call the student help services and after a five-minute chat with a kind and patient rep, I am told that the package *may* be forwarded to my home address since the existing shipping address will work for no one.
So either my package will be rerouted here, as intended, or sent back to Amazon where the order will be incinerated and forgotten (Amazon says I won’t be charged if the item is returned do to a faulty address). But, the fun doesn’t stop.
While checking my current mailing status at Tech, I find out that my housing assignment for 2004-2005 has been changed; I am now on the main hall of the wing and have a room facing East AJ, rather than the view out towards West End that I was promised. For the obvious reasons of not desiring a high-traffic-main-hall room, there are other reasons that my future roommate and I chose to be at the original spot (flying projectiles launched, with love, from East AJ rooms being one of them). And there’s nothing I can do to change this rooming stuff.
But honestly, my week is over. I don’t want further stress to compile onto my week of routine strain. So tonight, I will chill somewhere with a book and a latté and let fate determine the rest.
Still… ::arg::
Late Night Edition Addition: So the remainder of my evening has graced by casually. Dinner was Japanese, very needed since I only occasionally have heavy rice dishes around L-burg (everyone seems to obsess over chicken and beef here).
I saw Troy. Or rather, I sat-uninterested-for-two-and-a-half-hours-constantly-glancing-at-the-time-to-when-the-movie-would-reach-conclusion. Such melodramatic disaster. What a LOTR wannabe. For once, I’d like to see Orlando Bloom put down a bow & arrow combo and pick up an application for acting school. Anyways, eventually the putridity ceased and I raced over to Drowsy before they closed. A latté and a lemon-poppyseed muffin later, I was feeling fine.
Yet still, I was stupid enough to put the wrong mailing address on that order. I’ll never let myself down for this.
Oh well; tomorrow is the all-redeemable Saturday.