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jamjarI check out of my appartment tomorrow. It must be bare. Everything, and I do mean everything, in bags for the rubbish.
I -foolishly- assumed that last week, when my JTEs said they'd help me clean my appartment out on Thursday, it meant they would, well, help me clean my appartment out. Instead, what it actually meant was "Jamjar, you can go into school and expect to pick a bunch of JTEs, but instead, the key one is going to amble in at noon, the rest will have plans, and end up actually committing to going around to yours at three, but turning up closer to four, shuttling some stuff to teh new ALTs place, then disappearing with the key you need to give back tomorrow."
There's so much stuff, at least ten years worth, and I've only been here for two and they're so fucking useless, which I shoudl be used to by now, but hey, it can still surprise me.
I hate feeling miserable and frustrated and pretty much doomed.
I -foolishly- assumed that last week, when my JTEs said they'd help me clean my appartment out on Thursday, it meant they would, well, help me clean my appartment out. Instead, what it actually meant was "Jamjar, you can go into school and expect to pick a bunch of JTEs, but instead, the key one is going to amble in at noon, the rest will have plans, and end up actually committing to going around to yours at three, but turning up closer to four, shuttling some stuff to teh new ALTs place, then disappearing with the key you need to give back tomorrow."
There's so much stuff, at least ten years worth, and I've only been here for two and they're so fucking useless, which I shoudl be used to by now, but hey, it can still surprise me.
I hate feeling miserable and frustrated and pretty much doomed.
