Reasons why I think Grafton, MA hates me and is punishing me via horrible luck for moving here earlier this month:
1. USPS held my mail for over a week until I came in there to be like, "Where's mah stuff?" Change of address was all done correctly and confirmed, but apparently Grafton has a form that you need to fill out before they deliver anything there.
2. I thought I was being savvy by signing up for a free Amazon Prime trial so I could get all my vet school supplies with free 2-day shipping. The price is normally $80 (though much lower for students; can't remember exactly). My very first purchase was an $80 textbook, and I was so excited by this free 2-day shipping that I... sent it to an address where I lived 3 years ago. It was "delivered on doorstep." Called the landlord there, and she talked to the current tenant. It's gone. Amazon gave me a $10 credit for it just being sucky (which was awesome of them), but I lost money by doing a free trial 😳(
3. I am running really low on money (as in, scrambling to cover all my bills) and am counting on financial aid to make my September rent payment. Called financial aid to ask when we get disbursements, and she said nothing until the end of the first week of classes, sometimes week 2. If I don't get that money by the Thursday in the first week, I'm going to be late on my rent. I've been a pretty needy tenant so far (so many things to fix! I don't ever call in maintenance guys if I can help it, but in the interest of "initial apartment condition," I'm telling them anything and everything). Now I might have to add late rent on top.
4. Got a call from my bank's fraud dept and someone's been using my credit card online. My credit card account is now frozen until I get the new card in the mail and activate it. Sure hope USPS is gonna deliver to me now...
5. I was sitting here tonight, all innocently on my laptop, minding my own business, when my carbon monoxide detector goes off. I'm like, "Well, what do I do?" I knew I was feeling fine, but in the interest of my significantly-fewer-kg kitty, I decided to get out ASAP. Put Norman's (kitty's) harness on, opened some windows, and called 911 on my way out. Took over an hour and my cat scratched the crap out of me because I needed to stay around since I was the one who called. Firetrucks are apparently not Norman's favorite. Who knew? 🙄