Thursday Updates.

[angelak]

Here goes Thursday.
Took a sick day yesterday to recoup after getting off on Tuesday and crashing all night except for a phone call to Jim - and then sleeping through my alarm over an hour.

I woke up part way through the day because I had to. Or I thought I had to. I figured I had a Dentist apt on Feb 7 at 10.

No, it was March 7.

I was awake and not wanting to go to work.
I went to my mom’s. Spent the day there. Feeling dramatically better by eveningtime… I did shopping for my wisdom teeth ordeal this weekend (soft foods non solid)… and then bought a recumbent bike so that I may play WoW/Watch movies/TV/perhaps chat while actually not being entirely lazy. I had already arranged for my brother to help design and help me build a shelf to handle my laptop.

I have it situated in my living room now. It fits amazingly okay – and I am committed to actually use it because I spent some good money on it. I tried it out last night with half a movie. I didn’t want to watch the whole “Bruce Almighty,” movie because… I had to go to bed to go to work. Slept in half an hour this morning and headed to work an hour late – but that’s okay. I have 277 hrs of sick leave. I have used no more than 30 hours a year for the past 4-5 years. I feel warranted to ensure I go into this wisdom teeth ordeal without a head cold on top of it all. It feels like I may have rested it out and let my body settle the battlefields from within… because my throat doesn’t hurt – it had been starting to, and I only have the crud.

Tonight is PPC.
Jim comes over tonight to avoid potential hassle of him driving over Friday morning. He has no class Fridays and requested the day off from work.

This is good. He RST’d for the army and so he fully understands if we go to his apartment he is after Friday at noonish responsible for taking the dogs out when they ask, and making me food, and getting me the general things I will need.
He is sweet and genuinely seems to be looking forward to that. So, at least if I feel like poop I can see Jim the whole time. I told him if I was snoozing a lot (which I assume drugs and blah will be making this happen) he is welcome to play WoW. The good news is the new arrangement in his bedroom enable this to be less annoying (if MMRPG can be less annoying) because he’ll actually be closer to the bed :P

Sporting a shiny new 32” inch LCD TV… that we arranged just so, will be fabulous.

On a separate note; I realize the stress of January was largely work-related. I am paying more attention to when I am unhappy: it seems to be centered on the workplace shifts. I applied for position #1 and I knew that was going to be most likely for interview experience and not actually to get anywhere.

Position #2? It’s doubtful I will get it. Bad attitude – yes, I know. My boss was motivational about applying. But somehow – I don’t feel like I can research what questions will be asked and really give better answers than my competition. With that true mindset, there’s little chance I can go in and blow anyone away. The reluctance in either scene to apply bites at my heels.

I will be here, doing my same job until I decide to make a jump. To where-ever, when-ever.

My life is a little rusty as it is. You know – settled. Rut-like. I have my convenient location that is sometimes too good to be true.
And yet it is obnoxious…
I had a list last year about why I wanted to move out.
It’s almost been a year since I first started thinking on moving.
There is of course rumor the house I considered renting with Cristin may be opening up. It’s 3 bedrooms? A little older. And a full block away from work, opposed to literally in the same parking lot as work.

I suppose I could wait and watch for that and see if I could find roomies.
There’s a part of me that wishes I could move out with the guys when they search for a house after their current apt lease is up. Ernest will be moving to central WA and they may need one more roomie. But that – again, is a big move and I don’t want to creep Jim out. Even if I’d be okay jumping to a huge commute for it.

Things are going really well as it is, and I’m a little gun-shy of domestically partnering with a significant other. This time it is more or less his reaction than my own.

I have it in my head how I’d want it to work – but I don’t know if I have enough courage to talk about it. Anyone else been in this position before? Whatever crappy advice that I may or may not agree with is welcome.

(IE- my own bedroom for my own space, possibly even requesting to have my own bathroom and paying more or something like that).

Whatever the case. I hope this year isn’t like last: I research leaving and then give up.
But people like to say lots of stuff about how my location is. I just hate that all my co workers are looking in my yard, commenting on what I do on my days off, or even if I call in sick I feel like the world is watching my car. Or the fact that EVERY time, I am responsible for the yard. And yard work is not my strong suit.

The world being my co-workers.

So: New position has potential for more money and more dynamic thinking.
My comrade and co worker is applying obviously.
It will be opening in a week or so.
I feel grossly un-prepared to answer questions because I was grossly unprepared last time.

I’d like to switch jobs but my heart seems so low about it all.
This causes overall stress to rise. January was a wash because of this.

I’m a little idle in my home-life. I wish I didn’t live alone.
I’m fighting with the conflict of bugging Jim first, and then presenting the idea to Mike about moving in.

I’m evaluating the problem areas of the household right now and contemplating how much I’d be willing to deal with.

1- Mike doesn’t often pay for his share of stuff sometimes and he uses too much electricity.
2- Ernest is the bigger culprit about kitchen grime. My question – does the overflow of yucky dishes leave if Ernest leaves?

That’s on that note.
Then like I said – house around the block may open. But who would I get to rent it with me? And then, they may or may not choose me for it. Blah, right? More applying for something. More hoping for something. I almost want to get away from city rentals entirely other than the fact they’re a steal.

Separate:

The flowing of reality is beginning to annoy me. Day in, day out. Maybe if I just switched it up a little?

Today, however – will be awesome because after my PPC meeting filming, Jimmy is coming over after to class to stay. Yeay! I have to say – I feel a lot like I’m still going through NRE and we’re almost hitting our one year mark. I’m really digging that.

My personal opinion on the ingredients to a Jim:
30 parts = one person
3 Parts Frugal
5 Parts Cute
4 Ball-zy
3 Sexually Charged
5 Funny as hell
4 Smart
2 Forgetful
4 Hot

It’s not scientific!
Eh Anyways.
So work is bleh.
Home is okay.

The wisdom teeth come out tomorrow and then I will be all BLAOHOTALKEW crappy.
I bought a mocha and realized that it is too sweet for my liking. BLeh.

I usually buy a double-short-latte-with a shot of Irish crème.
The coffee lady was like, “this is so out of character…”
it was funny!
Anyways.

Travis is cool. He said he might visit me this weekend when my teeth are gone and my face is fat and bruised! Hahaha.
The girls were going to until they heard I’ll be in T-Towne.
Whatevah~!

Anyway. I’m having ADD. I should go uh. Do other stuff or something.


-Angela

Comments

[netharos.livejournal.com]

Moving considerations--especially those involving whom you may live with--can be most daunting. As I'm begining to save my money for my inevitable move, I find this to be particularly true. I absolutely do not relish the idea of living with strangers at all--and this is exacerbated by the fact I am a misanthrope and I hate dealing with other people's filth of any kind, unless I know them and trust them to some degree.

My main issue though is Merlin--I want him to be in a decent sized living environment where he can wander around and play, and potentially have others to play with. The fact that he's FeLV positive makes it difficult though, because nobody wants to take a risk (no matter how minute) that they don't have to.

My advise to the world is that, hands down, moving SUCKS, and don't ever do it more than you absolutely have to! =)

Moving

[ithisia.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty familiar with moving.
My parents moved about once a year until I was 15. I've got a handle on what that is.

I haven't moved since I moved out. I am working on year 4. All but one of those years I lived alone. I'm not very happy living alone, and I know what it is like to come home to other bodies. I really like it. Whether they be family, friends, or the SO. I used to really like that.

I know from experience it is a personal thing that some folks love their solitude and others really like the feeling of living with other bodies.

I know moving has it's downsides. At the same time, having been conditioned from a young age, well. I know that fresh starts and new things to explore and routines to be created are something I view as positives to moving. Not just the schlepping of stuff and the cost of moving out.

I am lucky. I don't have to move. I have it fabulously where I am at. But there's some parts to living so close to work that really DO drag on me. The idea that going home doesn't feel like I ever leave work.

The yard work, along with the lack of people around. I'm independent, but I like to choose when that is. I don't have that option as it is. Pros and Cons with each.

But I find with each individual person, the ones that are most appealing switch.
I also wouldn't mind simplifying my life in regards to juggling my life between two homes. I've been doing this for a long time with boyfriends. I'm getting tired of it. I know, that's probably bad because it means I'm more eager than I used to be about moving in with someone, but my paranoia helps me stay in a sensible medium point with the issue.

The difference between me and other people is that I actually enjoy a little bit of a commute. Why? Because it allows me that space between work and home, and I am preparing to be at work vs home in either direction. It's like that little period of time I used to have to really just let my mind wander in a healthy way to make me feel better about life, allow me to work through things.

There's something I really began to dislike about being so close to work and home.
The balance switched and so did my lunchtime routine. I am also less eager to be timely, as bad as that sounds. Anyways. *sighs* It's okay. I've been contemplating leaving for over a year. These are things that do not move quickly for me.

-Angela

Re: Moving

[netharos.livejournal.com]

You actually described a couple reasons why I underwent my last move. Living completely alone wasn't always so fun for me either--but one thing I've learned that I was definitely missing then was a pet like Merlin.

What I'm really hoping for is that I can move into a place with Jesse and Lauren this summer--because I know I get along well with them, I lived with Jesse for a good portion of my life and I know he's awesome, and most of all I know they would be good people for Merlin to be around. They also are aware that while I am a little mental, I help around the house a lot and am very respectful of others' living space.

I guess the best situation is to move in with good friends/family if they're available. Any time I've roomed with strangers, however, it seems like there's always been this kind of 'tension', and it can kind of be stressful.

So if you do decide to move, I hope you can be in a place around people that make you happy. That's why I hope someday I'll be able to have a family of my own.