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a post that could have been a list

July 31, 2005 2 comments

Sunday, Sunday. I’ve been to church and sung two services, I’ve cleaned the kitchen, I’ve done some organizing and moving of closet-type items, and I’ve filled the wardrobe box with our suits and winter coats—the things that shouldn’t be folded into suitcases or boxes.

Otherwise, it’s been a quiet day. I wanted to do laundry but don’t have any quarters. Sunday is the worst day to do laundry here, anyway. It might be better for Mr. Angst to do it during the week when no one else is using the machines.

Still left to do this evening: write out our notice for our storage unit, figure out some sort of dinner-type meal, and bring inside the books and other things I removed from my office on Friday. Also, I need to hang up some clothes (just those I need for the week) and figure out a definitive menu for our going away party, which is in one week. Gah! Brisket is definitely getting made, but what else do I need to put together?

Categories: just me

all alone and feeling fine?

July 30, 2005 1 comment

While I understand what teahouseblossom means when she says she’s jealous of my alone time, I also think that alone time, at least at this time in my life, is overrated.

What have I done today? Well, I got up at a reasonable hour, read the news and fell asleep while reading. When I woke up, it was not such a reasonable hour (though not exactly late), and I killed some more time copying stuff to my computer from my iPod (mostly files I’d retrieved from my work computer). I felt guilty the entire time, like I should be doing more productive things, like PACKING or CLEANING.

So out I went, in the heat of the mid-morning and changed the license plates on my car—I got new ones the last time I renewed my registration. Then I lazed around some more. Then I made coffee, because I had a headache from not having coffee. Then I got dressed and organized my dresser drawers (and put some…unmentionables…into plastic bags so that when we carry the drawers out to the moving truck, my little things aren’t vulnerable to being blown out or dropped on the ground). THEN I went out. I went to Target to exchange a pair of shorts. I went to the used-box place to get a wardrobe box and some bubble wrap. I went to Home Depot to get the right kind of cord for tiedowns. And now, here it is, after 3, and I am JUST NOW EATING.

And I’m having dinner with a friend at 6. My day has been all kinds of wonky, I guess.

I wish I had more impetus to be productive in a more organized way. If Mr. Angst were here, I think I’d probably either be pushing us both to be productive or I’d be letting him talk me out of feeling guilty for being a little lazy. As it is, I tried to accomplish too much while I was out because I felt bad for not doing anything this morning and now I am tired and pissy (though at least part of that could be hunger).

Also, it’s lonely with no one to talk to.

Categories: just me

"snif…you stink!"

July 29, 2005 1 comment

Really, the worst part about going out and having a good time is coming home reeking of smoke. It wasn’t even that smoky in the bar.

The other worst part is coming home to an empty house, since Mr. Angst is off to see a baseball game this weekend. I did happy-hour-plus with folk from work, and had a terrific time. There are people I work with that I am just getting to know but, oh, yeah, I’m leaving next week.

It always happens that way.

Categories: just me

termination

July 29, 2005 1 comment

Everybody cheer with me: Mr. Angst is done with work! Congratulations!
And I hope this is the last crappy contract job he ever has to have. (Emphasis on the crappy, not the contract part; contract work could conceivably be worthwhile.)

I’m only a week behind him! Squee!

Categories: just me

friday downtime

July 29, 2005 Comments off

So, um, we went for a going-away lunch today, to celebrate the completion and launch of three projects and to bid farewell to our director and to myself.

And when we got back, our server was down. It is still down. We cannot launch the projects until the server is working. Our tech people’s nerves are frayed. The other group in our department was also preparing to launch stuff; they can’t do anything, either. We’re all sitting around twidding our thumbs because there’s not much else we can do.

I’ve done everything I can think of to kill some time. I took all my personal effects to my car. (Remember, I’m switching offices for next week.) I took a walk around the building. I stopped and chatted with one of the girls in the other department about the server problem. I looked up some stuff on our HR site and changed the address on my W-2 so it gets sent to the right address come January. I fiddled with the numbers to try and figure out how much my last paycheck will be.

And now I am stumped. Staring at my monitor like a zombie. It’s quiet around here, so I think other people have either left or are taking their own extended breaks or are pow-wowing about what happens next. Just sitting and waiting, waiting and sitting.

Seems like a metaphor for my life right now, actually.

Categories: just me

Friday Spies©The Prelude to My Last Week of Work Edition

July 29, 2005 Comments off

Fitzy and Milby are at it again!

1. What five things should you never buy used?

Towels (except beach towels that will only be used on the beach)
Sheets (for use on a bed, not as ghost costumes)
As a general rule, shoes and beds, though I can definitely see exceptions
And finally, underwear

2. Sony BMG just ended a payola investigation by settling with New York Attorney General Elliot Spitzer. So let’s engage in some reverse payola: What song or artist would you pay to never have to hear again, and how much would it be worth to you?

That Rico Suave guy, or maybe the Achy Breaky Heart guy. Either of them.

3. In honor of the new Bad News Bears: Did you ever play little league, or other organized youth sports?

No. I did participate in gymnastics, but my congenital lack of flexibility hampered me from doing well, so I stopped. I did a lot of dancy-type things, which I think are plenty athletic, but they don’t really count as organized youth sports. (I think I did play on my elementary school’s soccer team and volleyball team, but that was almost an extension of PE since we didn’t really have extra practices outside of school.)

4. What was your biggest fashion faux pas?

Crunchy bangs.

5. In honor of all our readers who took the Bar Exam this week: What was the hardest test you ever took?

Hell, I don’t know. In college, I had to take two comprehensive exams (one for each major, dontcha know) and those were pretty brutal, but they weren’t HARD, in the sense that there were questions I couldn’t answer, so much as they were long and exhausting. (I think we had something like six, maybe eight hours to complete them. I moved all over campus for the first one, trying to find a place where I could concentrate. I eventually locked myself into a study room in the library and worked for four hours straight there.)

Categories: Friday Spies

they want me to go crazy, i just know it

July 28, 2005 2 comments

So, OK, Law School sent me some paperwork to fill out and return (loan stuff, ugh) and they were kind enough to provide a self-addressed envelope in which to return these papers.

Except that only in some weird universe where paper stretches would I be able to fit all the stuff I have to send them into this envelope. I think I’d be hard-pressed to get a single piece of paper to fit in this envelope. As it is, I have six sheets of paper—not onion skin paper, either!—and I can barely get them IN the envelope. Once they are in, though, the flap won’t close. I mean, unless I want to glue the flap to the papers and not to the envelope.

Plus, the papers I was trying to shove into the envelope gave me a wicked paper cut. Those papers suck, and not just because they’re loan papers!

Sigh. How hard is it to order the regular, #10 size envelopes instead of the smaller, business-reply mail size?

Categories: paper torture
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