I went to sign the lease on my new (much smaller) apartment. They told us it was $500/month more than they told us (multiple times) during the "selling" period. Then they told us that, no they wouldn't pay all utilities (as previously mentioned); rather, they pay only for heat and hot water. This apartment is a total downgrade from what I have now. When I thought it was significantly cheaper than what I have now (and closer to the gym), I figured I could tough it out for a year. The price was low enough to compensate for the smaller size and the coin-op laundry (instead of having my own like I do now). REGRETS. I'm not really sure if there's anything I can do about it. I have to be out of my current apartment this week unless I just give up and can somehow convince my new roommate to live here in good old University Heights on the wrong side of Hope.* Which is not likely.
Additionally, I already hate my thesis and haven't even really started. Being a master's students is sort of limiting (translation: really limiting) because you have to do what's already being done by someone else. The problem with emotional eating is that no one at Brown is working on it. They're obsessed with weight loss and fruits and vegetables. News flash: people know they should eat better and workout, and everyone knows there are reasons why they don't (too busy/tired/the stairs at work stink). Clearly, this kind of research is NOT HELPING because people all over the place still consider eating a battle instead of a nurturing, nourishing experience. But that's how it goes. No funding, no time, NO FUN.
Really, the bottom line is that I am tired of thinking about how to help people....
...because I want to actually DO something. These extra letters behind my name better open every door I think they should, because this was (is) a long, expensive way to discover that I really miss patient care. And, while I'm super grateful for my pays-for-school-and-teaches-me-necessary-business-skills job, I do NOT like desk jobs. I need something else, or I'm going to lose my mind. On the upside, I'm exploring possibilities of doing "independent study" classes where I can just work on projects I care about through the health department.
*There are very distinct "right" areas to live in in RI. I live in a decent place, but the street right behind me is super sketchy, and my apt. complex has 24-hour security people that drive around all night... I've never had a problem and I don't think it's a big deal, but my new roommate is from RI. I think she gets nervous driving through my parking lot.
On the upside...I'll probably feel better after I actually move. I mean, little kids play in boxes all the time; I'm sure I can live in one for a year. ;) And as for work...well, it's not the rest of my life. I think independent study "classes" will be my saving grace.
Life, I love you, but I don't have to like you right now.
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Bleh! I hadn't read this when we talked yesterday and had no idea about the apartment mess. I totally would have given you license to say something like, "I'll have my attorney contact you about the misrepresentation." Not that we could have proven anything since you didn't have a contract yet, but I'm discovering that sometimes just mentioning an attorney will scare people straight.
(Not, sadly, Brown, who denied Jason his raise this year DESPITE him having a contract.)
It's just a year. I lived in a total pit for 1 year in Chicago and I survived. And now I have good stories.
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