Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'
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I just caught up - sending out the ma ~~ not sure when I'lbe on again But I am happy to see all the good advice and sympathy.
we are away fro a few weeks - which is good, bu t t takes a lot to go on vacation when you work ful tim e. Maybe because Matt and I are discussers.
stay well
{Cass}. And good luck with that cat.
She's sleeping a stoned sleep now. Hopefully she'll get used to it and just actually chill out with Xanax for the rest of moving.
I talked to my mom for a while. I'm freaking out a little but it'll all happen. It'll totally work out. I might even have enough boxes. I have enough tape and paper to wrap stuff. Never run out of tape is the key mantra of moving, right?
Moving sucks. Or, at least, it's really, really hard.
It is. Though, since I'm a spinster without a lot of property (last move I had 6 boxes, two suitcases and some furniture), trying to find a new place is the part I hate most (and the part I'm currently at. NOT fun).
(last move I had 6 boxes, two suitcases and some furniture)
I don't think I have a huge amount of things but I have at least sixty boxes. Three suitcases. So much furniture.
I miss the days when everything I owned could actually fit in my car. Except I like things like my dishes and cookware and books. Oh and furniture. But still. It was easier to move.
::tacklehugs Shir:: You could move here. Just an idea.
Moving sucks. Or, at least, it's really, really hard.This. Very much this. I'm outta spoons. Leg muscles almost gave out trying to get up from chair. And I can't find my plates and bowls. Mom packed the kitchen. Dunno where any of it is at.
Tomorrow is clean the old place day, then in the afternoon, cable guy comes and hooks me back up.
Cass- glad that complaining helped. It not, you can file complaints w/ Better Business Bureau (for whatever state they run out of) and the Attorney General if they are doing something that seems systematically fraudulent. After my DatenDash scammity scam scam debacle, BBB deal with my complaint very very quickly (they contacted the business within a day) but the OR A.G. is super slow. Got a response from them a couple months later. Both were satisfying complaints to lodge, tho not as immediately satisfying as littering the internet with negative feedback on sites like Angies List. I also had good luck googling the business name plus "scam" or "cheat" and seeing what popped up there.
IOmeN, I formally dropped out of Police Dispatch training. The decision was hard, but also a huge relief. I still have a job, and more predictablility in my schedule as a result. Next year I might even be able to finagle myself something other than a 12 hr night shift, which would be lovely. I'm hanging with a friend, watching sappy movies and drinking wine. Life is good.
I hope that it was a good and feel good decision, Erin. It really sounds like it was and I totally support you in it. Even if it was difficult.
Oh, erin. What a tough decision to make. Clearly it was very important for you and I'm very proud for you trying - having good people to help one go through emergencies is crucial - and I'm sure you made the right choice. I'm glad life is good and for that relief. It's important not to do just what is right, but also what feels right.
I like things like my dishes and cookware and books
Oh yes. Books take more than 1/3 of those 6 boxes (of course, I don't pack whole boxes of just books. It's usually books+clothing. Spare your movers' backs). I'd like more cookware, and more dishes would be great too, but as long as it isn't a necessity it's off the list.
This. Very much this.
Oy. Good luck, dear.
Thanks! Yeah, it was a really really hard decision and I've been agonizing over it for...a really long time. I know it's the right decision, and I was amazed that my back flare up literally dissolved overnight after I made the decision. I haven't felt this healthy in months. Super hooray for less time studying and more time exercising, spending time with friends, and snuggling with my kitties. Heck, maybe I can even start really dating again. Speaking of which, I was cleaning out my overnight bag today and found a condom that expired in 2009. EXPIRED. In *2009*. That's almost shameful.
The crappy internet at the hospital ate a brilliantly poignant post about not setting yourself up for work pain, if you can avoid it. Imagine well-spun good here. And a good onya.
Shit assed dumbfuck.