It’s not personal. I know this, but I can’t feel it.

I hate this.


So, I figured out all of my travel plans a while ago, right, and have been planning for, oh, a year to spend the final night on the floor of the trip director’s flat.  Three days ago she informed us that she is moving, and due to space issues no one can stay before the 25th.  To my knowledge, I am the only person who needed to stay before that…on the 24th.  Alright, well, at least she’s storing all my luggage so I can just book a hostel, swing by Tuesday morning before the flat and pick it all up, right?  Of course not!  Because, to use her words from yesterday, the time I would need to get my stuff falls into the “two hour time span” when everything will be in transit from old flat to new flat, so I must get it on the night of the 24th.  This includes my (albeit piece of shit) laptop, so I can’t exactly stay in a hostel and expect everything to be safe…which means a hotel room.  What was supposed to be a free night in London has turned into an expense of at least fifty bucks if I’m lucky.  Friggin’ awesome.


You know it’s a bad day when the only “plus side” is that you have secured a summer job at Gary’s Pizza.

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One response

  1. Do you have any other friends in London?
    If not, and if you are desperate, you could get into contact with Christine Schulte, Becca’s exchange sister, she might be able to help.  It’s just an idea.
    Also, if you keep your laptop in your suitcase and you’re at a hostel, would that be so dangerous???

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