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mrsronweasley ([personal profile] mrsronweasley) wrote2002-09-25 11:00 am

On My Sheer Stupidity.

I've fucked up. Majorly. I think this is one of my biggest fuck-ups yet.

I didn't fill out the tenancy agreement, because it came with a bill that I was told to ignore.

I think I've lost my room.

I think I'm also about to lose my mind.

I think I'm going to go stick my head in the oven now.

Excuse me.

EDITED: GOD BLESS E-MAIL. All is settled. Have me a room. Still have me a head.

PHEW.

[identity profile] soupytwist.livejournal.com 2002-09-25 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
OMFG, how scary! I'm so glad it worked out all right! *huggles*

[identity profile] mrsronweasley.livejournal.com 2002-09-25 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
oh, lord, you're not kidding! i was going to bed last night (ok, this early morning) and it suddenly hit me. and i just PANICKED - but i also turned the computer on again, connected and sent them an email asking whether or not i still had a room. this morning i checked my email and they guy asked me whether or not i had gotten that agreement. and i almost lost it. i wrote back telling them what happened and to please, please let me know. i was even planning on calling them! but then i couldn't get through, and then i got the email and the first thing it said was: "Liz - Relax!" Needless to say, I'm thinking of sending him cookies.

Oh, lord, the problems I create for myself...sheesh.

*huggles*

[identity profile] soupytwist.livejournal.com 2002-09-25 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not entirely sure I'd've remembered to email them. I can see me in that situation just running around like a headless chicken. Scary, scary shit. *more hugs*

And cookies for the dude sound a good idea. That's so nice to reassure you like that. :)

[identity profile] mrsronweasley.livejournal.com 2002-09-25 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
It was nice, wasn't it? Maybe I'll visit him at his office next week. :P

Running around like a headless chicken was an option, but it was one that wasn't very pleasant - it was one of those moments where, at 4am, you know you won't be able to fall asleep until you do something, and there isn't much that can be done. Thank God there's email.