So let me tell you about my interesting night last night. I had work last night, and I was in an ok mood. I ended up with ten tables the whole night. Which is pretty good for a Thursday, and for about 8 of those, I made at least 20%. My lowest tip was $7.50 out of those. Of course that cheered me up considerably, and I ended up walking with $83 last night. So I came home and found my roommate's room had exploded and even ended up in the hallway. It was kind of funny. She's been packing for Spring Break for the past week. She is going to the Grand Canyon and Las Vegas for Spring break with like 9 other people. They are driving. She's really excied, but because there's so many people, the packing has to be kept to a minimum. So it has been really stressful. On top of that, she had three grad school applications due this weekend, which, when I left, she hadn't started, and when I came back she had one and a half done.
For my Spring Break I'm driving to Key West and Miami with 3 other people. We're leaving Saturday morning at 9am. Anyways. I began packing last night and realized that I suck at packing... a lot. I got a ton of stuff out, and slowly filtered through it and put stuff away, but then realized I have too much stuff, but would worry about it the next day. I made a list of things I needed to remember to pack, and went to bed. About ten minutes after I laid down I had a knock on my door. My roommate came in in tears and stressed to the max. She wasn't packed, she didn't have her applications done, and she was running on about 2 hours of sleep. SHe was freaking out because she wasn't sure how she was going to get anythign done. So we went over the rest of what she had to pack. I told her to go to bed (it was like 1 am) and get up at 7, that's 6 hours of sleep, and she can pack in the morning, and fill out the applications. Then, she could work on the essays in the car since they're both similar. That calmed her down enough to go to bed.
So she went to bed, and I went back to bed. Now it had been raining for a while, and as I laid down I heard dripping on cloth, and I was like, where is that coming from? Surely my ceiling isn't leaking. I live on the first floor of a three story building. So I feel along my bed, and nothing's wet, and then I feel up by my head, and the side of my bed is wet... Excellent. So I pop out of bed, throw on some lights and look up. Surely enough, my ceiling is leaking. So I'm kind of yelling about it, and my roommate gets up and helps me shove everything under my bed out into the hall (lots of cardboard and a suitcase) and then move my bed around so I don't get dripped on. I put in a service request, and went back to bed.
At 7:05 I got up to make sure my roommate was up, and at 8:15, the Physical Plant guy came over to look at the ceiling. He told me that this was something they have been fighting since the building was built 4 years ago. Something about the joints are bad, and they were going ot fix it last summer, but it got put on the back burner. APparently whenever it rains, and the wind blows a certain way, water in the vent drips through the joints, and leaks. I just happen to have the room where the vent is. Joy to me. So that was fun to find out. So they're coming back this afternoon to see if there's anthing they can do. Until then my room has been rearranged, and I ight have to permanently rearrange it.
On the bright side. I am packed for the most part, and everything fit, after pulling more stuff out, and I am done with classes. :) All I have left is work, sleep, and then leaving tomorrow morning!!! We're meeting at Katy's car at 8:45 and heading out at 9. WE 're stopping in Chatt so I can see Rachel. We're picking up our fourth person in Atlanta around 5:30, we're going to stop in Macon, GA at Wesleyan College, which is where Phi Mu was founded (we're all Phi Mus), so that'll be cool. We'll be stopping in Lake City, FL to sleep, and then we're heading the rest of the way to Key West! YAY!!! I'm really excited, and really ready to go! Just gotta get through work tonight. :)
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