Promptly for the first four weeks in San Francisco when work ended at 5pm I drove to the Haight-Ashbury where 'Roommate Referral Services' let you look in their 3-ring binders for apartments and living situations. The job was easy to get, but a roommate connection was tough:
"We really were looking for a woman." "Hey, not a problem. Just wanted to cross you off the list."
I kept a lined paper notebook with maybe 15-25 leads for those weeks, plus a fistful of quarters for the corner store payphone. I called and called, feeding quarters in the payphone, set up appointments, did a lot of walking. Did a lot of calling back until I found my place.
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