Flat 1.
On Monday,
exactly four weeks after we were thrown head first out of our flat, we were
allowed to go back. We have been given a big fine each, so my wallet is going
to be aching for a while now, but we got our flat back.
Though, of
course, not even the move back could go smoothly. At first we were told that we
could pick up our old keycards and keep both keys (to house 6 and our temporary
rooms) until we were all done. But when I went to reception to pick up my key,
they said I had to be back with the temporary flat key within 48 hours. That’s
the rule. Now, hang on, so with coming home at eight Monday and a total of 20
hours of school Tuesday and Wednesday, how was I supposed to move out and clean
the room after me, exactly? But the lady behind the counter wouldn't budge.
That just
wasn’t gonna fly. I was so over-tired of this whole situation, that I fianlly gave
the lady a short nod and said “I’ll be right back.” I went
to my room, found the number to the Head of Accommodation, rang her, and a
total of six minutes later I was back in the reception.
“I’m
allowed to have my key ‘til Thursday night.”
A light
scowl from the receptionist. “Who authorized it?”
“Head of Accommodation.”
(The Head is a really nice woman too by the way, I've spoken to her several times now).
Thats my girl! står på og lar deg ikke presse. Skulle bare mangle med de tøffe dagene du har på universitetet. Håper alt er vel over nå og gamle leiligheten igjen er den gode gamle.
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