I have been in a eternal struggle to get a mailbox in the department... I go weekly to the mailbox room for graduate students to check. Again today I went in and once again my name was no where to be found on the box. So this time I got fed up and went to see the ever impressive, ever motherly, ever amazing Gillian to inquire about it.
Within 15 minutes I had a mailbox.
That woman is amazing.
Apparently someone forgot to include my name on the list of people that get mailboxes, rather than including it in the general mail.
Luckily now, my porn magazines can be put in a box rather than sit around for everyone to see.
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Bloor Street Tears (Formerly Everyone Say Repressed Homosexuality)
A blog about the life and times of a Toronto Grad Student living in Downtown Toronto
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