14 Jun 2005
People who know me know that I can get worked up and burnt out worrying about things beyond my control. Working as a Residence Hall Director in the middle of New York City has been a real test of my ability to respond calmly to unexpected situations I have no control over.
I’m moving up to 5 W 8th St. to be the director of a different residence hall (Marlton House) for the Fall. Marlton was supposed to be empty over the summer, but now we’re going to host around 30-50 high school students (overflow from another building) for a summer program. So I’m going to have to temporarily run both Marlton and my current building (which is full of people) until my replacement starts her job on July 11. It looks like I’ll need to move to Marlton next Friday, June 24, but I haven’t started packing yet.
And the real kicker? The check-in day for these students is Sunday, June 26 — the last Sunday in June. In other words, the day of the NYC Gay Pride Parade, which turns the corner from 5th Ave at 8th St and runs right in front of the building. So no one will be able to pull their car up to the building to unload and check in.