A word about parking
No one told me parking was a four letter word. I've worked at five land grant institutions, have been a student at five universities, and have dealt with parking woes for years. But nothing prepared me for the nightmare that is UMN.
I was warned about the parking problem early on, but with words like, 'you'll get into the 4th Street ramp within a month' to make it better. Not knowing where the 4th street ramp was, or how much it cost to park, the words meant nothing. I just figured that parking would be a challenge. Ha!
First it started with my contract. I'd been warned sternly to get the contract in place so I could a) get a space to park and b) get on several waiting lists for better sports. After negotiating the tech world to become a recognized being in the system, I locked in to a lot sometime in mid-August. Since the payment is through payroll deduction and since my payroll doesn't start until Aug. 27 and since I wouldn't be using it until then anyway, I figured I could reserve my space for the fall. Wrong. The closest lot to my building is in Iowa. Actually it's a 10 minute walk to the Child Care Center. Clicking "buy" (as in the contract) meant that I was paying for a space in a lot in Minnesota whether I was in Maryland, Ohio, Wisconsin or wherever. I understand I"ll be billed for the days before the 27th. Nobody told me that. Had I known I would have waited until I got here. (Sidenote: I was told that if I'd waited I wouldn't have gotten a space anywhere.