Last night, I didn't pick up the phone when it rang because I didn't recognize the number. The unsub left a message, and I listened to it pretty promptly. The message was from my new home teacher, saying that he and his companion would like to stop by, but he ended the message by saying he'd try me later.
Note to people who call me: if you don't leave a message, I won't call you back. If you leave a message indicating that you are going to call me or that no return phone call is required, I won't call you back. If you want me to call you, you need to be specific.
Thus, following my aforementioned policy, I didn't return the call.
My new home teacher called again this evening, but by the time I noticed and picked up the message, I felt it was a little bit too late to be returning the call. I hate it when people call me late at night (unless they're calling to say that they're in labor and that the baby is on its way, naturally), so I try to be courteous and not call others after hours. I plan to call him back tomorrow morning.
These circumstances are particularly unfortunate for various reasons. First, they're going to want to come over tomorrow. I know that's still many hours away, but I feel confident that I'm not going to be in an entertaining mood.
Additionally, my apartment is pretty messy right now. For reasons too complex, lengthy and boring to discuss here, I haven't had much time to clean. Take-out cartons, shopping bags, mail, and general clutter are all scattered about.
I am also in a bit of a strange ward situation. I have technically moved out of my ward, but they won't remove my name from their records until I give them the information about my new ward. The problem with that is that I am having a hard time finding a new ward. Living in Provo, I have approximately 17 different ward options. So far, I've had no luck finding anything that fits me. To stay in my former/current ward, I have to talk to the Stake President. Unfortunately, he and I are both very busy people, and I am a giant chicken.
Most importantly, I do not know my home teachers. I believe I've met them each once, but I'd wager good money that neither of them would recognize me walking down the street. I don't blame them--I wouldn't know who they are either. If they wait a few weeks, I probably won't be in the ward anymore (odds that the Stake President is going to let me stay are slim/none). Then we'll never have to meet, they won't have to find my apartment, etc. But alas, they cannot wait a few weeks, because tomorrow is the 30th.
No options remain. They're going to want to come over, and I'm going to have to say yes.
Awkward, awkward, awkward for everyone.
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