Labour Day in Fredericton

Monday Afternoon. It's Labour Day. I moved in yesterday morning without any specific incident, although I felt a lot of pity for a poor family (Indian?) whose reserved van taxi ignored the reservation they made and picked up three other people from the airport, leaving without them. I almost took him myself, and I would have felt pretty bad if I did (then again, if I had taken him, I wouldn't have known about the family). On the flight going into Fredericton, I chatted up a nice second-year transfer student from Malta going to STU. Thinking about an earlier conversation I had with Jordan about the nuances of socializing before I left, I tried to turn that into something along the lines of meeting up with her later on, but she declined. I guess it came out wrong. It's been a long time since I've had a chance to be in that kind of situation. Then again, I haven't been in many of these situations to begin with, and I never was really good with them anyway.

All of the fears I had about the building from when I was here the other week seemed to be pretty true (though they did finish laying the bricks for the outside walls). No TV, phones, or Internet access. No laundry. No dishwashers. No heating. Everything else seems to work, though it's just my luck that the "everything else" is the "everything else" that I need.

This afternoon a fire alarm malfunctioned. A bit of a nailbiter, since the alarm control/status panel in the lobby reported a fire breaking out in the basement floor down the hall where heavy construction was still taking place. An electrical control panel was hastily covered with cardboard with various warning signs. I figure, if there's any place for a fire to start (barring some idiot carelessly leaving something on a stove or in an oven, or something smoking-related) it would be there. I got a chance to take a look at some of the other people in the building. The majority of them all girls, all somewhat pretty (I suppose) and all most likely WASPs (Something tells me I can get away with using that here). All of them on some level appeared to be somewhat annoyingly irritating. At the very least, none of them seems to be anyone I could see myself talking to. I'm at a point in my life now where I'm not about to start wasting my time on people who don't find me interesting enough to talk to. I've been through that, you know? Making conversation with people who don't think of you as something worthy of any thought beyond a passing interest in frivolous conversation, of any effort beyond a few words spoken here and there is something I just don't care for anymore, and I like think I left all of that shit behind back in Toronto. Maybe if I painted my face white, dyed my hair blonde, and wore blue contact lenses I could change that. Not that I'm about to do that or anything.

It's been three days now (since check-in opened up; two since I arrived) and my other two roommates aren't here yet. Something tells me that they probably asked to get reassigned to other rooms in other buildings, at least until the other stuff here comes online or perhaps for the rest of the school year. I've not seen anyone else from my floor, so for all I know I could be alone here in the basement, where my suite is. I did see a charming young couple coming up the stairs while I was heading down, so maybe they're occupying a suite or room of their own. Not that that's any help to me.