Vacation Is Good

Yesterday I was saying how living at the new place doesn't feel like home yet - that I feel like I'm staying somewhere on vacation. I guess that's really been on my mind because I dreamt about that last night, but that vacation wasn't feeling so relaxing. OldRoommate was there, which makes sense kinda because I saw him recently, and that was the first time in quite a long time. We haven't spoken much recently, and in my dream I was desperate to talk him. My vacation was nearly over when I heard his sister was in some type of accident and the hospital needed to get in touch with him. I tried putting an immediate end to my vacation so that I could help find him, but it was suddenly like the people that I was staying with were holding me prisoner. I begged and pleaded to be let go, not for me but for OldRoommate and his sister. Another stupid dream that resulted in me waking up stressed and upset. Silly brain…go to sleep and relax!

Home Sweet Not Home

So I've been living in the new place for a little more than a week now. It doesn't feel like home yet. It’s not that there’s anything wrong with the new place, or that there are any problems with my roommates, it’s just that I’m not settled yet. GirlRoommate and I were watching a movie the other night, and I told her I felt like I was on vacation. I feel that way a lot. I’m still unpacking and trying to find a place for everything, so I don’t yet have a routine with my usual stuff. That’s what makes me feel like I’m on vacation. You know what I mean…you have fewer things, the more important ones, and you get along just fine, but you don’t have those extra items that are nice but not required. I’m not upset or anything, just still working on finding my groove. I suppose it would help if I made a larger effort to unpack. I admit I’m going slowly, but there’s really no need to rush, I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.

In other news, I talked to my grandmother yesterday. She’ll be going to my aunt & uncle’s house for Easter. She’s going to look at a nursing home while she’s there. I’m thinking it’s probably more of an independent living facility – Grandma doesn’t need any medical care right now. She’s having a harder time doing all of the stuff my grandfather did, like paying the bills, taking out the trash, things like that. She’s not happy living by herself. She didn’t seem upset on the phone, more just matter-of-fact about it all. We also talked about how much junk we’ve accumulated over the years. She’s working on cleaning out her house, getting rid of things like my grandfather’s clothes, other things she won’t use. It’s not that I never thought this day would come; it’s just hard that it’s really here.

I need to get off my butt and also put my car up for sale. If you’re curious, it’s a 2005 Ford Escape and I’m asking $8500 for it. Last summer my grandfather bought a new car, and my mom and my aunt decided that they’d first try and sell it to someone in the family. For the most part, I have the oldest car – and it’s not even that old! My grandmother can’t use it, she doesn’t drive. Not that she doesn’t like to drive, she actually doesn’t know how to. She never learned to drive; Grandpa took her everywhere she needed to go. And now she relies on friends if she needs to go somewhere. Her birthday was this past weekend. I hate that I missed it. I won’t see her again until the beginning of May, when we have a little service for my grandfather.

Throwing Marshmellows

WOW was I PISSED this morning. Folks, please remember if you are in need of technical support, be kind to your technician (because that's always nice) and give them all of the necessary information (very important!). If you do that, then I won't have to deal with your supervisor being a bitch to me. Yay! Oh man was I hot mad this morning. I got a call from a user that had no network connectivity. After checking a few things I informed her that an onsite technician would have to resolve her problem. She quickly put me on hold, saying I'd have to tell her supervisor, and that's when the problems started.

Supervisor gets on the phone yelling that the onsite technician does not need to come out, but our Networking Squad needed to look at the issue. I said that was true if there were multiple machines with an issue, but not if there's only 1. Come to find out there were multiple machines, which was not what the original caller reported. Supervisor snapped at me, wanting me name. Oh really, yeah, you can have my name AND I'll spell it for you if need be. She asked me if I was new (nope, even helped you before) and proceeded to compare me to a person who previously held my position. That was not very nice, and everyone that I told about it was shocked at how evil Supervisor was to make that comparison. Even that employee found it shocking, he says I'm sweet as pie. Finally I had enough. I asked if I could hang up and report the problem, she said sure, she was calling my boss. My reply: "Great! Buh-bye!"

The best thing about this? While I was also in the wrong for being a bitch to the caller, Boss had my back. Awesome!!

I Hurt

I took Friday off of work to start moving my stuff. I worked the entire workday by myself, moving boxes and small items down the stairs at my apartment complex and the either up or down a flight of stairs at the new place. Holy crap is my body tired!! My bar of soap slid off the soap holder in the shower this morning, and when I bent over to pick it up even the muscles in my ass were sore! I didn't know I had muscles there! It would be nice if all of that stair stepping resulted in me having an ass.

My new bedroom is an absolute disaster. At my old apartment my bed was on a broken bedframe, so when I moved I thought, why move it? Right now I'm doing the college thing of having my mattress and boxspring on the floor. No big deal, except that under-the-bed boxes can't really fit under the bed.

Fortunately the new place is very large, and we have a spare bedroom, which I have taken over. Right now it's the containment area for all of the stuff I have that I hae absolutely know idea where to put. A lot of it is stuff that wasn't in my bedroom at my apartment, so I don't really plan on having it in my bedroom now. I'll find a spot for it all, but not tonight. I haven't done anything...I kid you not when I say I hurt. I was walking down the stairs in the parking garage this morning and I seriously think my legs said, "F- you!" I have soccer on Wednesday, I can't be too tired!

Speaking of soccer, 3-0! Aw yeah!!!

Bad!

I've been cleaning up my apartment a lot lately, getting rid of things I don't need. I came across a piece of paper from two years ago. At that time I was pretty much at the heaviest weight I have ever been. The paper was dated January 7, 2007 and at the time I weighed 151 pounds. I also measured around my hips and waist. Having to see those numbers on a piece of paper was pretty difficult. A few months later I joined Weight Watchers. Last year in January I came across that same piece of paper, so I decided to bust out the scale and tape measure. At that weigh-in I was down to 123 pounds (HELL YEAH!!) and both my hips and waist were down 3-4 inches. I remember being so proud of myself that day.

Fast foward to last night...I came across the same sheet of paper again, but this time I couldn't do it. I didn't want to get on the scale or find the tape. I've gained a little weight lately (maybe a good 5 pounds or so), and I know I'm finding myself making bad decisions again. And food is starting to make me feel guilty. Maybe that's a good thing. I chomp down a bunch of oreos and the satisfaction doesn't stay around long.

I need to get back on track with my good habits. Especially with soccer and warmer weather coming back, there's no excuse for me not to be active. I just feel like I'm so damn busy. Yeah, I know that's no excuse, we all are. Part of my problem I know is preparing to move. I'm giving up my independence to pick up some roommates. Right now the toughest thing is deciding what to bring with me, what to keep for later, and what I really don't need at all. I look around my apartment and feel so overwhelmed by it all. Moving sucks.