Wow... So here is the haps as they currently stand.
Roommates.
Tamara is moving out. Subletter is moving in. Everyone is sorta shuffling. It is a house in transition. I suck at transitions. They make me feel so uneasy.
Work.
I quit the doc's office rather suddenly because my new job upped my start date. I'm not really sad about it since I have been miserable there for months now and I've watched that same doc ignore previous employees reference calls and heard the way he talks about his previous employees. But I mean, the seat I was in had seen 6 different butts over the course of 2-3 years, and I was there for over a year. You do the math.
The new job is stressful... it is high strung office. I'm just so not used to something being that busy. My tempo is increasing though. My old, good work habits are coming back. In efforts to save up for the move, I am going to be working 55 hour weeks. Let's see how long that lasts.
The job switch was very sudden like... one day you go in for training, the next day you are supposed to be in full time, but you're still scheduled for shifts at the old place.
However, walking in and giving an immediate resignation was perhaps one of the most satisfying experiences I've ever had. He didn't actually understand all the work I did for him, nor did he appreciate it. In any other instance, I wouldn't feel this glib, rather, guilty. But the crap that has gone on in that office... Moving up in the world!
Moving.
Yes. But I'm not thinking about packing up this apartment yet or I would die of anxiety. The changes in this city... they happen so fast.
General.
Mister and I have been doing so well. Every day gets better. That being said this week has been rough for him, us and our moving budget. It's like every day he lost an expensive item.
First, he was staying over and one of the geniuses in our neighborhood thought it would be clever to hurl a beer bottle at his car. It shattered the back window of his volvo. A $1000 repair, the insurance will pay most of it I suspect though.
Second, he was being a knight in shining armor and picking my laptop up from home for me so I could fix a big error I made at work. Along the way, his RayBans (expensive sunglasses) get stolen right off his shirt in the crowded subway.
Third, the winter boots that he hasn't needed for a year or so basically disintegrated off of his feet mid-use. And in NY... if you're leaving your house, you are leaving it for a while. So it's basically a day in cracking and peeling rubber. It's like not even having shoes on.
But he's been a trooper and been able to pull himself out of the cruddy mood that anyone would sink into with continued bad luck.
On the flipside though...
- We got to go out to lunch together this week. My new work is closer than the old one. Only a bus ride away.
- My ipsy beauty bag came in.
- The puddles are sorta going away, so we may not need to buy replacement boots.
- Roommate's move is officially in motion - which will make everyone feel more settled and less stressed.
- I finally got laundry done (that's been waiting 2 weeks).
- I received another opportunity to apply for a different job, just in case this one gets hairy. There's stuff going on that I know better than to put on the internet.
- Mister and I still get quality time together, despite the setbacks.
Loves,
Nanette
