I hate AT&T as much as Dell!

Salsa boy knows what an internet addict I am. He set up the internet to be activated for December 14th so that when we came back from our epic road trip I would be able to happily connect. No such luck. They screwed up and said they didn't have the apartment number so they couldn't do it. It's such crap--we live in a gated community, they would have had to stop in the office anyways and the office would have given them the apartment number and key since we did a key release. Whatever, so we gave them the apartment number and they said they'd be there yesterday. I waited at home all day yesterday and of course, no freaking internet person came. Salsa boy spent about 4 hours on hold and being given the run around between last night and today. Now the soonest they can get it in is the 4th of January--nearly 3 weeks later.

Dear AT&T,
Your customer service sucks at life. They are terrible. The only reason we have you is because the only other option is Time Warner, which is apparently worse at customer service (is that possible?). I will never recommend you to anyone. Also, I hate you.
Love,
Alex

Spaz Update: Does not being able to master how to drive a manual count as a spaz update? Seriously though, I've been trying really hard lately not to trip since the last thing I need is to end up in the emergency room without health insurance. There are some stairs in my apartment building that just cry out 'cracked skull' to me. I approach them with extreme caution.

To Blog or Not to Blog? TO BLOG!

I've been debating for the past month whether or not to keep blogging. The thing is, I like writing even if no one is reading it. I have a shelf full of journals to attest to that fact. So I will keep blogging. Once I'm employed I will buy a domain name and change this blog to Alex's Adventures.

To catch up, in the past month I:
-Went on a road trip from New York to Virginia to North Carolina to Florida to Texas.
-Met my SUPER CUTE NEPHEW!
-GOT ENGAGED to Salsa Boy!
-Moved to Austin (with Salsa Boy)
-Applied for jobs
-Went to my very first theme park (Disney Land and then HARRY POTTER WORLD!!)
-Struggled not to hurt myself accidentally

The last one is extremely important because for a spaz to be without health insurance is just asking for trouble. I'm terrified that I'm going to trip going up the stairs of my walk up apartment and crack my skull open. I finally broke down and am looking for insurance to tide me over until I have a job with benefits. My Dad is the sweetest person in the whole wide world and is helping me out with that.

Back to the oh so exciting work of writing cover letters. I hate cover letters with a fiery passion. I understand their importance--I just hate writing them. Writing them makes me feel like my brain is being flogged with a whip soaked in hot peppers.

The Jet Lag Zombie

From 9am until about lunch I feel like a happy camper. It's as if I've just woken up from a nap in which I elected to wear my pajamas. After lunch I start descending into what my mother calls 'uber bitch mode.' Basically, my body is whining that it's the middle of the night and why oh why won't I go to bed already? It becomes physically painful. I heroically persevere (and annoy everyone around me while I do so) until bedtime when I attempt to sleep. Then my body says 'but it's the middle of the afternoon! Get up lazy bones and go for a walk or something.' Stupid internal clock.

Culture shock is much easier than last time. I still hand money the Korean way but I'm not surprised when store clerks speak to me in English.  However, I do get startled when I hear English conversations around me as I'm used to just having white noise or god forbid, k-pop.

There haven't been any major spaz moments, mainly because in my zombie like state I don't move as much as usual. Less room for failure!