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I never really wrote an entry yesterday. It happened because I was so busy at work I didn’t have time. Between dealing with my lease negotiation… and working, I just never sat down at my workstation.

Wow. I’m not a nice person. This week, with all this business happening with the lease, I feel like my personal life is on a pedestal for everyone to see at work. So much so with all the negotiating and the discussion of work-related issues and my rental unit… I can’t describe it exactly, but when NGD (New Guy David) came to my cubie this morning to point out someone is moving stuff out of my old house (probably the painters or the carpet layers) I said, “I don’t CARE what they’re doing. I’m at work!”

It really is that I’ve had enough thinking about that for this entire week and I’m emotionally sick of dealing with it. I don’t need NGD to point out what’s going on next and I don’t need NGD to commence discussion when I am just trying to relax!

It makes me so annoyed. “Did your co workers ask you about your house before you moved into it?”

I know that nobody realizes this nuances when they make comments. Everybody always asks me what I pay for rent at work, Everybody seems like they want to tell me how awesome I have it. I’m not disputing my good deal – but I do want a statute of privacy once in a while, and while it’s bad enough to go home to the same parking lot that I work in (YES< bad enough, people. Imagine staring out your window at your bosses’ office from your bedroom…) You get in a … rut? I don’t know.

I am at the point this week where I JUST WANT TO GET AWAY from it all. It is a good thing I scheduled the camping trip, it is coming at the right time for me to just relax, get out of the Duplex, and not look back for a few days. Without driving 50 miles to see the boyfriend. I love the boyfriend, don’t get me wrong, I even like his messy room and I can find some semblance of enjoyment out of his room mates and their disgusting habits if I think hard enough.

But, I want to escape my current reality, just for a little while. Work has been stressful because it has become directly related to my landlord. Work is my landlord.
Although I talk to select people about it and that is fine when they inquire, at the same time – the option to mention it is … it’s just a weird thing after a while. Once I get into Side A I will not look back and I will settle down and just live life again without all this worry. I will call my mowers every 2 weeks because I cannot deal with Al harassing me. I’m not good with the lawn. My personal lawn mower is constantly breaking (not the gas one, the other one) and because I’m not partial to getting my backseat disgusting in Classy… I just don’t want to deal with hauling it from West Seattle. Heronhouse has it ready for me, but now I’ve got to figure out how to get it home. *shrugs* Right now it works best to pay the nice couple who has been really super to do it.

There is a part deep down that just cannot wait to get out of a city rental. But I know it’s not the time. And I am excited to move into Side A. It’s just been, like I said – an emotional train wreck dealing with these people. These people who are also my co workers.

Great.

Regardless, I am content in knowing that Jim has plans to move in when his lease is up. He likes me enough to live with me. This bodes well. Because I absolutely adore the man. There’s a point when you know what you want via how you’ve had it. Anyway. I’d write a ton more but I have workity work to do.

So here goes the rest of my posting when halfway done with a post. I think it's going to work out so that my entries are better. And I lose less of them!

-Angela