And the Universe Said "Just Kidding"
I know I've been a little MIA lately. With the holidays here and big events at work things have just been a little chaotic. But today, with students practically nonexistent on campus, when the Universe decided to tell me to "suck it" I figured I'd share it with all of you.
My 30th birthday is under two months away and I've been wanting to make it something special. You only turn 30 once afterall. So I've been working hard, planning like only I can plan (one word: SPREADSHEET), and organizing a get-away-weekend to Las Vegas with some of my closes friends. I found a house for us to share, put down a deposit, and was getting ready to book my flight.
Well then today I get this email:
"We regret to inform you that due to the sudden death of Mr. X on December 7, 2012, all reservations and contracts made for this property have become null and void effective immediately."
Apparently he was leasing the property and then renting it out and now that he passed they're contacting everyone who had made reservations and are trying to refund their money:
"We ask for your patience with us during this time as he was truly the only one who knew the ins and outs of the programs and contracts implemented. Therefore, we need to figure out all the monies due the renters."
Now, I never interacted with Mr. X so I'm not sure how he was the "only one" but here I am now with hopes of spending my 30th birthday in a casino sign graveyard and visiting the Erotic History Museum...but with no place to stay.
I can hear the Universe shouting
Now what? Well luckily, I kept the spreadsheet of housing options (no I wasn't kidding about having made a spreadsheet) and can contact my other options to see if their homes are still available... but I have to wait for the refund from the dead-guy's house to come through or the raise at work to go into affect to quickly put a large chunk of change down on a somewhere in Vegas.
I said to a friend earlier today that maybe the Universe is telling me not to go to Vegas.
Vegas = Death
I could tell from the tone in her instant message she wanted to smack me. haha.
But really. Now what? My goal/hope was to enter into the next decade of my life with friends and not wake up in my own bed or town.
Suggestions are welcomed.