Total moving cost: $700. $200 on supplies, $500 for movers (at $100/hour, two hours longer than expected/budgeted).
Help?
Please?
PS - The pain killers are taking their sweet time. Anyone have Vicodin or Oxycontin?
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Moving
Blah.
My desk at work has been moved to another part of the office. I no longer have three computers at my immediate disposal. Plus, I have more people around me.
Oh, and I'm moving to a new apartment. The moving company will be here Saturday at 10 AM. I'll still be in Astoria - across the street from Mike, and a bit closer to Lynne and Das. The rent is a bit more than I would like, but I can handle it. Once I'm settled in, the job search will begin again.
I am in need of boxes & bubble wrap.
My desk at work has been moved to another part of the office. I no longer have three computers at my immediate disposal. Plus, I have more people around me.
Oh, and I'm moving to a new apartment. The moving company will be here Saturday at 10 AM. I'll still be in Astoria - across the street from Mike, and a bit closer to Lynne and Das. The rent is a bit more than I would like, but I can handle it. Once I'm settled in, the job search will begin again.
I am in need of boxes & bubble wrap.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Dammit.
Didn't get the job.
Apparently I was too uncommunicative during the interview, and they felt I wouldn't fit in with the companies "culture."
What the fuck.
Apparently I was too uncommunicative during the interview, and they felt I wouldn't fit in with the companies "culture."
What the fuck.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
What Went Wrong? : "Barbara"
What Went Wrong? : "Barbara"
This is the girl who is the basis for the character Barbara in my book-in-progress.
This is also the first of three "What Went Wrong?" entries, where I over-analyze just how much of a fuckup I am when it comes to dating. Fortunately, it's also good reference for character development.
This is the girl who is the basis for the character Barbara in my book-in-progress.
This is also the first of three "What Went Wrong?" entries, where I over-analyze just how much of a fuckup I am when it comes to dating. Fortunately, it's also good reference for character development.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Ch-ch-changes
Oh, where to begin...
Started seeing my new psychiatrist and therapist a few weeks ago. I see the psychiatrist once a month to go over medication and general mood. By the end of the 45 minutes she said, "I have so many questions I want to ask you!" My internal monologue said, "You're the first woman to say that to me!"
The therapist is weekly. It's interesting to watch her eyes widen with shock as you reveal more and more details. She looked at me as if to say, "how have you not killed yourself yet?"
It's going well, so far. They communicate to see if anything demands attention.
The apartment search isn't going great, but it's still early.
I had an interview with a headhunter today, thanks to my former supervisor. There's a job lead that would mean a 40% raise. She remarked that my current salary is a gross underpayment. I seconded that emotion.
Last week, work was significantly less than fun.
The first few months of my employment at this firm were spend trying to find a new, fast, cheap, easy way to produce out pitch books. The extremely finicky boss had approved everything by the middle of May.
On Monday, he decided that we should revert to the old way, which meant I had to waste a shitload of time. We were using a desktop inkjet printer, which died on Wednesday. Thursday and Friday, I was sent to our printer suppliers' show room and used their higher-end inkjet printers. One that I want so very much. While I was glad to be out of the office, I was sick of running around. By the end of the week, we found that all the pages printed wouldn't fit into our pre-made binding covers, so it was split in two.
I am officially sick of that place. I'm just about ready to throw the boss out the window.
Started seeing my new psychiatrist and therapist a few weeks ago. I see the psychiatrist once a month to go over medication and general mood. By the end of the 45 minutes she said, "I have so many questions I want to ask you!" My internal monologue said, "You're the first woman to say that to me!"
The therapist is weekly. It's interesting to watch her eyes widen with shock as you reveal more and more details. She looked at me as if to say, "how have you not killed yourself yet?"
It's going well, so far. They communicate to see if anything demands attention.
The apartment search isn't going great, but it's still early.
I had an interview with a headhunter today, thanks to my former supervisor. There's a job lead that would mean a 40% raise. She remarked that my current salary is a gross underpayment. I seconded that emotion.
Last week, work was significantly less than fun.
The first few months of my employment at this firm were spend trying to find a new, fast, cheap, easy way to produce out pitch books. The extremely finicky boss had approved everything by the middle of May.
On Monday, he decided that we should revert to the old way, which meant I had to waste a shitload of time. We were using a desktop inkjet printer, which died on Wednesday. Thursday and Friday, I was sent to our printer suppliers' show room and used their higher-end inkjet printers. One that I want so very much. While I was glad to be out of the office, I was sick of running around. By the end of the week, we found that all the pages printed wouldn't fit into our pre-made binding covers, so it was split in two.
I am officially sick of that place. I'm just about ready to throw the boss out the window.
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