but let's recap the day.
Office Life continues to bemuse me. My boss asked me to promise to stay another 60 days. She thinks that it can become a place I love going to. Hell, if that's where her mindset is, I'm willing to try it. I just have zero room in my life for anything that causes me grief. If I can leave the love of my life, I can and most definitely will leave anything I don't find acceptable. I don't think I out and out said "I'll stay" I was thrown by her plea. I have too much on my plate right now to even properly digest that. Having said this, I have an interview on Tues afternoon. (Thank god, Mon/Tues are off)
Now to the house. I get there and they are STILL moving things out. I was a little stressed as I had a whole carload to unload and the futon coming in less than an hour.
It worked out fine. There were a few disappointments (aren't there always?) The extra room (3rd bdrm) that I was initially not going to get, then I was, well now I'm not. She needed that one for storage too. Oh well. 2nd disappointment. There is NOTHING for storage in the kitchen now. I thought that stuff was staying. There are the regular cabinets, but Christ, I have a lot of kitchen things. Also no pantry. BALLS!!!!!! Third, Club Shed is not going to happen. It's a tiny shed. Okay that's the boo stuff. But, on the upside. I have a dining room table that I can easily get 8 around 10 if people want to get very close. So that's an expense saved. I get the storage thingy in the bathroom, and there is more shelving in different places than I remember. All in all it is going to be fine. I'm just dreading my Grandparents seeing the place. I'm certain there numerous things they will not find as charming/acceptable as I do. Whatever, it's MY place. Why do I care so much? (But I do, I wouldn't even let them come over tonight, well it's pouring anyway).
So I unload all 6 bins and put everything were it will be for now. My futon arrived and for $60 I couldn't be happier. It will do nicely, and it's red so you know. I'm happy.
I almost get into 7 accidents on the way back to the appt. I was waiting for the rain to let up so I could bring in the empty bins (i have no more so I needed them) and then reload the car. I finally saw it wasn't going to let up so I went out. Man, i was DRENCHED. I couldn't even see, I had so much rain in my eyes.
Then for the pièce de résistance --- putting the car back in the garage after all that, I scraped the right side of the car and did a fair bit of damage to the garage. Do you know how often I've pulled into that garage after a few too many? Well I'm not telling you, but how typical. I'm out the door practically and I damage the vehicle/garage DEAD freaking sober. )$(%*)$(%*)#$)(%*$)(%*@#)$(%*
Day One of Clarksville -- Fin