shadesong | argh.

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So okay. My day.

I was away from the computer from like 10 AM onward. Now, if you recall, I was supposed to go straight to the new building today. That was then revised to "direct the movers first thing in the morning, clear out the storage room, then you can go over."

Which was *then* revised to "clean all of the whiteboards and chalkboards." "Get all of the old phones and bring them into the lounge." "Get those loose envelopes." Do this, do that - finally she says that I can go over after lunch.

I have lunch.

yendi and I carry over crates of my stuff (the movers brought most of it over yesterday, but the plants, pics of Elayna, etc., I deemed hand-carry items). We wander the department looking to see who's there;

yendi leaves.

The movers arrive. They are bringing things to offices that are locked. They need a key. I do not have my key yet. I look for the building manager. He's not here. I spend the next half-hour roaming the floor looking for the sysadmins to get their keys. I find one and drag him over and unlock all of the doors. I finally get to take a look at my stuff.

Two of my boxes are missing. One is the box containing the mail. One is the box that I marked PRIORITY!!! in big letters, because it's the first box I need.

Fuck.

I wander the department for another half hour. I find the mail box in a room whose numbering bears no resemblance to mine. This is happening a lot. *sigh*. I cannot find the priority box. Fuck. Okay, I give up on the priority box. I continue to guide movers. In between guiding movers - and guiding faculty that are coming over to take a look - I unpack the second-most-important box. And my desk stuff. There are now pictures of Elayna on both of my desks. And pens and Scotch tape. These are good things.

My boss finally shows up and starts dithering around. It takes me nearly half an hour to drag her over to do what she said was a priority - approve colors of labels for the mailroom.

Yes. You read that right. She has to pick the colors for the name labels.

I show her colors. She dithers. I suggest black ype on blue and black type on green. She reluctantly agrees, having *really* wanted red type on white.

I start making labels. Halfway through this process, the nonstupid student workers show up and want to help, so I let them. Erin shows up - and finds my priority box! It was in her office. The students make labels, I get my priority stuff settled. I put up Elayna's artwork. I keep guiding movers and faculty. I approve the students' work and the toddle off like happy puppies. I distribute the mail from the box.

I continue to unpack til time to go. I tell - not ask - my boss that I will be coming in here first thing tomorrow morning, as I need to get my stuff unpacked so I'll be able to pitch in on the common areas when she goes over there in the afternoon. Still don't have a computer there, as the main doors are still not kept locked, but that's okay - I really do have a shitload to organize and put away!

So. Go home. Put key in lock. Turn.

Keep turning.

WTF?

Yep. Lock messed up. Aw no.

We get back in the car and drive to Kroger to look up the landladies' number and call them to get them to bring the backdoor keys and authorize a locksmith. Kroger has no yellow pages - and they charge 75 cents for 411.

75 cents is all the cash we have, and we will be damned if we hit the ATM because these fucks won't let us use a phone book.

We walk to Publix.

No phone book.

In desperation, we go to Elayna's dojo. Thankfully, her sensei is there and lets us use the phone.

yendi calls the landladies. The non-landlady partner picks up. She doesn't now if they have a backdoor key. She wants hypoglycemic, heat-exhausted me to drive an hour in rush hour trtaffic to get it *if they have it*, which her partner can check on when she gets out of her session in 15 minutes.

Oh hell no.

yendi 'splains. Non-landlady asks us to call back in 15. Fine. We go to Publix and get corn muffins and drinks. Eat. Drink. Call back. Landlady answers the phone, says that she's sending non-landlady out the door right now. Good. We hike back to the car and get home. Open mail.

yendi decides to go 'round back just in case.

Yes. The back door is open.

Fuck. Now non-landlady is coming out here for nothing.

We concoct a story about me having gone home and wriggled through a window to get in. They buy it. Good. And I manage to fix the front door. No locksmith.

So. Sweaty, icky, my feet are absolutely killing me, and I've just about had it. I want ice cream, please...