Packing is such a pain in the ass. But I managed to be done with it. It turned out seven boxes in total, mostly small boxes. I don't have furniture, which helps, but which means I have to buy furniture where I move.
I sent them by mail, which cost me $230ish. Not bad, if they arrive safely.
After sending them to the post office, I emailed ED who is going to store my boxes until I settle down by apologizing that I created more boxes than I thought (I thought I would have only a few boxes). Her response was seven boxes are quite modest for moving across the country. Ha ha, compared with Americans moving, my moving is nothing!
Friday, March 23, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Second Day of the Spring
Monday, March 19, 2012
Mixed Feelings
Mm ... I got mixed feelings tonight. I thought I've been through teaching, but teaching may not be that bad.
I gave my students the final tonight and had good interactions with some students, which I'm sure makes me miss my days of teaching. Because I was in England for a week and cancelled the very last class, I haven't seen them almost two weeks. Team L.A. (I call them so because they are from Los Angels) came to me before the exam started and said, "Never leave us again!" Ha ha, they were joking, and they have been always like that. But I felt it's nice to have this kind of interaction with students. They didn't miss my class, which means they liked to come to my class. Whether they are A students is a different story, though. Some other easy-going students gave me handshakes, and good students told me that they learned a lot in my class before they left. They made me feel really good. I may have been getting better in teaching ... But it's too late. I've got a job in the private sector, and I will leave academia for a better, stable income. I can't keep doing adjunct with meager wages. Well, I sound like trying to convince myself that I made a good decision.
I gave my students the final tonight and had good interactions with some students, which I'm sure makes me miss my days of teaching. Because I was in England for a week and cancelled the very last class, I haven't seen them almost two weeks. Team L.A. (I call them so because they are from Los Angels) came to me before the exam started and said, "Never leave us again!" Ha ha, they were joking, and they have been always like that. But I felt it's nice to have this kind of interaction with students. They didn't miss my class, which means they liked to come to my class. Whether they are A students is a different story, though. Some other easy-going students gave me handshakes, and good students told me that they learned a lot in my class before they left. They made me feel really good. I may have been getting better in teaching ... But it's too late. I've got a job in the private sector, and I will leave academia for a better, stable income. I can't keep doing adjunct with meager wages. Well, I sound like trying to convince myself that I made a good decision.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Sick
I was right. I got a cold, a terrible one. I've got headaches, running nose, coughing, and chills. What is worse, I couldn't sleep last night, though the hotel bed was comfortable.
Anyway, I finally arrived in my final destination As soon as I arrived in the airport, I went to the United counter to reclaim my luggage. United people here are OK because it's a small, community airport. Because the United person promised me that my luggage comes back to me, I went home, actually to DS's home.
MB was at home alone. Right, today's already Wednesday when he comes home from school early. I chatted with him and corrected his homework for a while. But I couldn't be sitting anymore. I excused myself to MB and went to bed to take a nap. I was so tired.
After a while, RN came home. He cheerfully came to check on me, but looking at my miserable situation, he left me alone.
I feel really bad that I had to cancel my very last class this evening. Students must be happy about this, but this would be my last opportunity to stand in front of students in my life. I'm glad that I won't teach anymore, but at the same time, it's kind of sad. Very contradictory.
After a nap, I felt better. What made me much better is that my luggage was delivered home! I didn't expect that this comes back this early because all flights from San Francisco have been cancelled today, too. Now, I wonder how my luggage could get here, mm ...
Anyway, I finally arrived in my final destination As soon as I arrived in the airport, I went to the United counter to reclaim my luggage. United people here are OK because it's a small, community airport. Because the United person promised me that my luggage comes back to me, I went home, actually to DS's home.
MB was at home alone. Right, today's already Wednesday when he comes home from school early. I chatted with him and corrected his homework for a while. But I couldn't be sitting anymore. I excused myself to MB and went to bed to take a nap. I was so tired.
After a while, RN came home. He cheerfully came to check on me, but looking at my miserable situation, he left me alone.
I feel really bad that I had to cancel my very last class this evening. Students must be happy about this, but this would be my last opportunity to stand in front of students in my life. I'm glad that I won't teach anymore, but at the same time, it's kind of sad. Very contradictory.
After a nap, I felt better. What made me much better is that my luggage was delivered home! I didn't expect that this comes back this early because all flights from San Francisco have been cancelled today, too. Now, I wonder how my luggage could get here, mm ...
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Urgh, United!
United sucks. I knew it from my experiences. But it really does.
I arrived in San Francisco from Heathrow this evening, and I found my flight from San Francisco to my final destination had been cancelled. Damn. But because it is San Francisco with the notorious weather, I can't complain. But I can complain about United.
I went to the ticketing counter to reschedule my flight. Before listening to my story, the person at the counter checked in my luggage. After that, she put me in a flight to Portland tonight and another flight to my final destination tomorrow. Otherwise, I have to stay a night in San Francisco, and the earliest flight available is 5:25pm tomorrow, which sucks. But I end up spending a night in Portland. DS and RN kindly booked a room for me with their points. Thank, DS and RN!
Anyhoo, I wanted to retrieve my luggage. But it was too late. My luggage was sent somewhere in the airport. The counter person told me that I could retrieve it downstairs. Believing what she said, I went downstairs, but I couldn't find it where I was told. I asked a United person how I could collect my luggage. It turned out she was an angry person. Without listening to my story, she angrily said something like I couldn't get my luggage back up to two hours, which is ridiculous. This fucking lady is probably working for the minimum wage without benefits. That may make her an angry person. She is such an ugly person.
Because I didn't want to waste my energy with this miserable person, you know, I'd been already exhausted enough from a long flight, I went back upstairs to talk to the same person at the counter. But I couldn't find her. I couldn't help but talk to other United people. I'm proud that I was patient to deal with stupid United people though different people told me different things, which made me exhausted more. Because I was totally exhausted thanks to United assholes, and my flight time was approaching, I gave up and rushed to the gate, hoping my luggage safely come to my final destination.
I don't feel good. I think I got a cold from my exhaustion. Fuck, United.
I arrived in San Francisco from Heathrow this evening, and I found my flight from San Francisco to my final destination had been cancelled. Damn. But because it is San Francisco with the notorious weather, I can't complain. But I can complain about United.
I went to the ticketing counter to reschedule my flight. Before listening to my story, the person at the counter checked in my luggage. After that, she put me in a flight to Portland tonight and another flight to my final destination tomorrow. Otherwise, I have to stay a night in San Francisco, and the earliest flight available is 5:25pm tomorrow, which sucks. But I end up spending a night in Portland. DS and RN kindly booked a room for me with their points. Thank, DS and RN!
Anyhoo, I wanted to retrieve my luggage. But it was too late. My luggage was sent somewhere in the airport. The counter person told me that I could retrieve it downstairs. Believing what she said, I went downstairs, but I couldn't find it where I was told. I asked a United person how I could collect my luggage. It turned out she was an angry person. Without listening to my story, she angrily said something like I couldn't get my luggage back up to two hours, which is ridiculous. This fucking lady is probably working for the minimum wage without benefits. That may make her an angry person. She is such an ugly person.
Because I didn't want to waste my energy with this miserable person, you know, I'd been already exhausted enough from a long flight, I went back upstairs to talk to the same person at the counter. But I couldn't find her. I couldn't help but talk to other United people. I'm proud that I was patient to deal with stupid United people though different people told me different things, which made me exhausted more. Because I was totally exhausted thanks to United assholes, and my flight time was approaching, I gave up and rushed to the gate, hoping my luggage safely come to my final destination.
I don't feel good. I think I got a cold from my exhaustion. Fuck, United.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Bristol
We gossiped around. Well, actually, FV confessed a lot about his affairs with his colleagues who I know. He's married now, but in the past, he was pretty much a flirt. I knew it, but I didn't know he was flirting in the company. No offense. I like him.
It was nice to see him again. When will I see him again ... that's the question.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Mohawk
He is such a sweet person that gives a stranger, which is me, a ride. Though he is a Mohawk, he speaks gently and funny, not scary or punk at all, which is impressive, too.
I was very curious about what he does. So, I asked him what he does. He is a computer engineer at an investment bank. Wow, again impressive. It's not a too much surprise that he is a computer engineer, but it's surprising that he is working for an investment bank. I'm sure he doesn't make a Mohawk when he goes to work.
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