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blasted "R" word

I was going to stay home today, rest a bit, unpack at my liesure. I couldn't do it. I had to call work and ask them if I could come back two days early. It seems that I've missed work. They were more than happy to load me up with forty hours. And it seems like the extra cashola would be a good idea. I'm not so sure it was a great idea because I woke up at five a.m. this morning completely unable to go back to sleep. I don't like lag and it's accompanying dehydration headache. Bleah. Waaa. Waaa.

John has been awesome since I've come home. Yesterday he met me at the bus station with breakfast in tow. He called me three times from work, and he was just very attentive and helpful. We went and did laundry together last night. Oh the bliss of the cheap laundrymat.

After a relatively rough month cash wise I spent two hours talking to a bank represenative to accomplish nothing but file the disputes and get the customer service number. "Maybe they can help you."

Goodie! Goodie! Gum Drops.

( I am now in Customer Service Karma Reaping mode. All those years I worked for as a CSR, and was knowingly unsympathetic are coming back to haunt me. Because I'm sure that I'm not a difficult customer. Yes, I've sent food back to the kitchen because it didn't look like the menu. False advertising.)

I digress.

I was trying to get to the point of saying, "I've decided to become a miser/ Really pull the reins in on spending." I can pinch pennies with the best of them. When I want to. After being ever reminded at Pipsie's flat about the constant charge for energy in it's various forms. (No, Pipsie didn't remind me, the meter in her flat did.) And spending a whole month way too concerned about money, I've decided the only thing to do is take care of business, keep the bills up, and save a bit so that if anything happens we aren't nickel and dime-ing it. And in return, I'm not freaking out. Be more responsible.. Bleah, there's that blasted "R" word. Learn and move on.

I did manage to get a few things done yesterday. Make a wee dent in the unpacking pile. My previous living arrangement ended in an ubrupt and strange way. Susan's mom dropped off a bag of my stuff yesterday with a note in it saying that we still owed Susan 'X' amount. I swear that figure changes every fucking time. I would complain about the stuff that was not mine that was given to me (Susan was moving at the same time, she figured if she didn't want it, I might. I was out of the country so I didn't really get to see what was going on or veto anything.) And a couple of things that I wanted that didn't make their way here. But there are a few things that did make their way here that I really like. A nifty set of plastic patio furniture is at the top of the list. The next would be a very old cookbook. Which is very very cool considering that I now have a patio that is fenced in. It's great. I love my patio. So, I'll just start tossing if I have to.

I think that John and I'll be going to the storage unit very very soon since we are now without silverware and dishes. There's a lot here to do, and I'm trying not to focus on the really big pile, but on the fact that the pile gets smaller and smaller if I can manage to just keep doing one box at a time.

I could ramble on about this for a while, I'll be merciful and stop. I'm doing my own head in.
Love you

Posted by hawkie at October 9, 2003 08:08 AM