Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

This morning I was simply attempting to exit my apartment, when I opened the door and was greeted by a giant pile of construction flotsam and jetsam, sitting on our doormat, quite literally blocking my way.

I did what you would expect me to do it the face of such adversity. I yelled,

“What the hell?!?!”

and began moving some of it out of my way so I could just sidle around it, freakin’ leave and go to work. Is that really so much to ask?

Vin Diesel (as my roommates refer to the construction worker for his similar appearance) came barreling around the corner, apologizing profusely, looking very upset, claiming that “this will all be outta here in just one second”, and moved some stuff for me so I could get by.

I have to say, getting to righteously yell at someone first thing in the morning made me feel a little less powerless in this whole getting-fucked-by-my-landlord scheme of things.

I can't wait for the day when I can leave my apartment and get all the way to the street without having to move carefully around raw materials and say “excuse me” and back against the wall for the 15 men carrying bulky objects up the stairs.

Someday. Not today.

One of the things I really love about Catie is that she will laugh enthusiastically at all the inane things I have to say, even when it's before 9 in the morning.

We had a “scheduled” power outage from 3 am to 7 am, but the power was still off when I left at 10 til 9. I normally don't even get up until 10:00, but being without a fan or AC, and the need to get a hot shower before all the water ran out actually nudged me awake on just 4 hours of sleep.

I'm like, a completely inconsistent freak of nature.

I went ahead and came to work (without clocking in), because here we have civilized things like AC and coffee and the Internet. I believe this is the way humans were meant to live.

I'm started to feel like some kind of third world citizen, for chrissakes. My power's going out all the time (and always accompanied by the obligatory middle of the night fire alarm), the street in front of my building literally smells like sewage because they are digging up the infrastructure, there are constantly circular saws and CAT diggers and construction workers in my life, and all I'm eating is cheese eggs and toast.

!!!

For serious, something has got to give soon.

I can't wait to get out of this godforsaken town for the weekend.

Note to anyone going/planning on going to UGA: construction is a constant way of life here. Seems our campus can never be beautiful enough.

For instance, as I type this, whatever the hell they are doing just outside right now is making the computer lab at Memorial Hall vibrate. As in, i can feel the jack hammer coming through the floor. And moving right up through my body to my eardrums. Oy!

All the big projects and yet they still have to cut instruction budgets. Adverse to the idea of a university, no?

Don't get me wrong, I love UGA's fantastic campus and obviously a good deal of work had to be done to get it to be the charming, semi-urban enviroment that it is, but c'mon, they are jack hammering my ass to improve Sanford Stadium!