I’m going to need to snag one of you Ann Arbor peoples to show me how to get to the U of M version of MSU Salvage. I’m looking to pick up a good metal filing cabinet, and those places are great to get stuff like that. I could even pick up some chairs for my science table turned dining room table. :)
Plans for furniture layout are churning in my mind. I feel like I should be saying, “Excellent, Smithers.” MU HA HA!
I’m all moved in, except for my ginormous television and my ginormous kitchen table AKA science table that you can set things on FIRE on top of.
I won’t get a chance to move things around until tomorrow night, as I’m working today and hanging in the TWP tonight. Leftovers! *does the Skippy Shuffle*
I have canned Sunny Delight here, and wonderful sammich material at home. I’ve got my first load of dishes done in my new dishwasher and I’ve slept on my wonderful futon once again.
And the hot water NEVER RAN OUT in the shower this morning! :) In the complete lack of traffic on 94, I made it into work in 15 minutes.
Oh, and I got letters from
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… I was late to work. M53 was a parking lot. Van Dyke was a parking lot. I696 was a parking lot. I275 was a parking lot. M14 was not a parking lot.
Twenty minutes late. Luckily, I’m never going to have to make a Monday morning trip like that again. Well, not in the near future anyway. I don’t have to drive in to work from Shelby until Friday morning, and after that… probably not until Xmas.
So far, I’ve got these people helping out for the move on Wednesday:
Dad, starts in the morning with me with his 2004 Malibu.
Joe, starts whenever he gets in to Shelby from Lansing with his S10.
Mike and Amy Weaver (possibly just Mike), with their Ford Focus after 6 PM.
And possibly Mark aka Cho Cho with his ginormous truck. I’ll have to bug him tomorrow to find out if he can get around his family stuff for hauling one load.
Dad is going to try to see if GM will let him borrow a van for the day, but it’s iffy. I’ve got my fingers crossed.
So, sinus medication fixes almost everything. I’ve got the PC nearly completely packed, and the Mac sans peripherals. Not bad for watching anime down here in the basement for the last time in a while and being online (read: IM’ing).
I’m also going to gather and straighten stuff in the bedroom and pack for tomorrow night in Lansing. I miss
I really, truly, and only somewhat secretly wish that we could be together as often as we were when I was jobless.
But, then, it could be almost that if I can make a career out of writing. So rare, but such a worthwhile goal.
Sometimes I worry that I’m too good at tech support, since it’s nowhere close to what I want to do for the rest of my life.
Shelby Twp has been a dream world for me. A dream world of no responsibility and a nightmare of constantly driving. A haze of heavy lids in front of a steering wheel and being overly-thankful for rest areas on highways.
Never getting the same kind of air means rarely getting a restful sleep. Smokey air, air filled with dog hair, or really, really dry air. Sure, once I’m used to it, I’m fine, but I’m always changing, always moving.
I have a headache and am fairly sleep-deprived. I feel like I’ve got a cold sweat, so maybe I’m getting sick again. I don’t know.
I didn’t expect it to be this painful to push my way out of the dream world.
I am aghast at the amount of times that I will have to explain to the customer just what I mean by “unplug the power cord for the cable modem.”
I left the Weavers’ apartment with a half an hour to get to work. Plenty of time on a Saturday morning to get from the east side of Ypsilanti to the west side of Ann Arbor.
Except when it’s the day that the University of Michigan plays Ohio State in football.
I was an hour and twenty minutes late. I spent an hour and a half on the highway, EVEN THOUGH I DIDN’T DRIVE FROM SHELBY TODAY.
I can’t even put my frustration into words, I’m so livid.