| | I officially moved to Roanoke yesterday, and so far everything is great. I love my apartment so much; It's been really fun setting it up exactly how I like it. Living alone might be a little boring, but it's also liberating. I can do anything I want in my own apartment! As long as it's legal. And if it isn't, I can just close the blinds.
Roanoke is triple the population of Morgantown and a million times more diverse. It's pretty great being in a town filled with such a variety of people. Back home it feels like everyone is exactly the same. Here, they feel a little less predictable. I think that comes with larger places-- more unique people and more vegetarian/ vegan food.
My landlord back in Morgantown (Andrew Smith of Smith Properties, LLC) was a HUGE ASSHOLE with pit stains. And my new landlord here in Roanoke (Jay Foster) is very nice, respectful, and professional. And also kind of dreamy. Doesn't hurt.
When I first saw this apartment, there was a giant barking dog in the back yard that scared the hell out of me. Huge, loud dogs have always scared me and probably always will. The guy showing me the place said he didn't know whose dog it was but that it would be gone when I moved in. Today I went into the dark creepy basement to do my laundry, and on my way back up the stairs I was greeted by that dog barking and coming down after me. I completely lost my shit, ran into the laundry room and shut the door behind me. I checked my pockets and realized I didn't have my phone, and that's when I accepted that I would be in the basement until one of us died, hopefully the dog. Luckily though, after about fifteen minutes I heard the dog walk away long enough for me to sprint up the stairs and through my back door. He ran up to my door right after it closed and barked like crazy.
I called my landlord and told him, so he called the old lady who was secretly keeping the dog, and she came and knocked on my door. She was just as scary as her dog. Dirty robe, yellow teeth and fingers, greasy, smelled like alcohol and smoke, rough voice. She drunkenly apologized, told me she was pissed off about how old she is, and asked me to come meet the dog and pet him. I declined. She said, "He's a big baby, just because he's big doesn't mean he's scary. You're big, is anyone afraid of you?" I said, "Shut up, hag." No, I didn't.
But seriously, if that shit happens again I'm moving.
Luckily my uncle Chris invited me over to use his dryer. And while I was there I had dinner with him and Laureen. He made this stir fry with fake chicken and beans and vegetables. Hopefully he'll teach me how to cook a little because that was DELICIOUS. I'm glad I went over, it made my day a lot less sucky.
Tomorrow! I'm driving to Charlotte to start training for my job. Pretty excited about it. Last night my new manager Rya(?) called to "touch bases." She seemed super nice, and she said training is really fun. Apparently she just went last year! People move up fast in this company, hope I'm one of them. Another girl I'm working with- Amy- called me tonight to say hi. Also super nice. There are two other people working with me- Jamie and Josh I think? And if they're as cool as Amy and Rya, this will be a fun job. Some papers I had to sign said specifically not to blog about my job, but I don't think this counts. I'm not giving away any information or talking crap on the company so I'm good right? No one reads my blog anyway. Except Maria, Amberlee, and my creepy ex- boyfriend, so I should be safe.
That's all, I'll post photos later!
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