Friday, September 28, 2012

Refection

I cried myself to sleep last night. I’m not going to lie, I’m not going to sugar coat it, and I’m not going to omit it. It’s the truth, it’s fact, it happened. Yesterday, I was miserable. I feel like my roommates have a clique going on that I can’t seem to get in on. Social skills were never my strong suit, even under the best circumstances, but when you toss in jet lag and misery…the blame is probably weighted on my side. Cue sigh. I want to start teaching, partly because it’ll be a nice distraction and partly because my worries about it are getting annoying and I want to put them to bed. I want the internet, perhaps more than anything else. I want to scope out what’s been happening with all the season finales and see what the British laws are regarding watching television series online or if the British television stations here have websites set up like those in Canada and the USA where I can watch their programming free. But mostly, I want to email my mom and my friends.


I spent today reading. I had nowhere to go, nothing to do and the internet was supposed to be set up today. Turns out, however, that I’d misunderstood that little tidbit. Remember when I said UK banking was ridiculous? Well there seems to be a competition going to see who can complicate their business the most. The internet people were supposed to send someone to check the lines or something but then seemed to change their minds when they realized there are already lines set up here…although they were a little unclear about that. They are also mailing the router and it should be arriving sometime next week. In Canada, you want internet, you call, they come the next day, they bring the router with them, they tinker around for a bit and presto! Internet! Here it’s takes FOREVER and somewhere between them and the roommates the what, when, how, where, and why get terribly muddled. Ack. I don’t even know what’s going on with that any more but, for the love all gods, I’d better find Wi Fi around here or something soon! My mother’s going to kill me.

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