Still feeling rather a dull girl... Between work and packing, I sort of have no life these days and very little time for knitting or any sort of fiber content. All I’ve managed to carve out time for is making the really and truly last hideous dress for a rainbow client. I’m just glad to finally put that phase of life behind me. Of course, who knows, I may end up doing piece work for Civil or Revolutionary war re-enactors when I get to Virginia. Who knows? At least it will be something a little bit different (and less ugly!).
I’m feeling a bit strange about leaving work. Things are tense right now, to say the least. I’m feeling pretty overwhelmed by all I have to get done and my boss is getting a little hysterical and the engineers are getting worried, so it’s not helping much. Oh well. If I can just get through next week with a reasonable list of things to do, I should be able to get it all knocked out while I’m in New York.
Of course, the good thing about all of this is that I have not really had time to start panicking or worrying about the move itself. I’m actually looking forward to it. It seems like a relaxing prospect compared to the last few weeks.
The laptop issue has raises its ugly head again though. Since I won’t be doing any work for work during the semester, I’m going to have give George (I had to call it something after all) back, leaving me with the sad POiS iBook. Going back to having no wireless and such a damn slow machine sounds pretty unbearable. But I’ll figure something out. These things always seem to work themselves out.
Tomorrow night I’m supposed to have dinner in the city with M. I haven’t really spent any time with him since he chucked me. He said to pick “someplace really special” for tomorrow. What the hell? First he dumps me, then he starts bringing me sweet little presents, now I’m supposed to select “someplace really special” for out last dinner together and he’s bringing me moving boxes? I do not get this guy at all. Oh well. No point in wasting precious brain cycles trying to figure it out.
3 comments:
Pick someplace you'll really enjoy. It's your last dinner with someone who was once special to you. Enjoy it regardless of whether or not he's being weird.
He's probably trying to see you off in style with a happy memory. Go into it with that in mind.
Give him the benefit of the doubt.
-E
Brrrr... Blogger acting up. Anyway, here's my comment again.
I absolutely HATE moving, but there's a good side to it: you have to go through your things and ponder what's worth saving. And when you move to the new home, it's nice to get everything in place. Unless of course you're moving to a considerably smaller apartment, like I did once. I still have nightmares about that :)
Mothlady
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