Progress (or Lack Thereof) Report in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

I am bound and determined to write an entry tonight. I already started a sickeningly sappy one, but I got a tummy ache when I reread it. So I guess I’ll try to write an entry where I don’t gush on and on about Super T and how head over heels I am and how sad I will be to leave him and how much fun (and hot, sweaty sex) we’ve had over the past few days.

Hmmm. Nothing much really to say then!

Okay really. I’ve been in a bit of a tizzy the last few days. To be perfectly honest, this move has pretty much turned me into a spazmoid. Not to mention a bumbling idiot. I haven’t written about it, but I’ve had a couple of costly moving snafus.

For example, my new company goes through a relocation company that organizes the move and “takes care” of me as I go through the phases of moving. Basically, I make all the travel and hotel arrangements, fill out expense reports, send all receipts back to this relocation company, and then my new company reimburses me for all of the expenses.

So on my apartment hunting trip, I thought I had everything together to fly up, rent a car, stay in a hotel, search for a place, eat, drink, be merry, etc., etc. I went through the whole rigmarole. Found my place. Did everything fine, or so I thought. Until it was time to go home. And I realized that I’d only booked myself a ONE WAY airline ticket!! Sheesh. Had to get myself a full-fare first class ticket back and then go through the process of explaining my story to about five different people at the relocation company.

I was so sure that I was going to just have to eat that ticket because the paperwork plainly states that I have to fly coach. Luckily, my new company seemed to have no problem with my “mistake”. They’re probably wondering what kind of idiot they’ve hired. But at least it’s no cash out of my pocket. And I just adore flying first class!

The other thing is that I start work on Monday. That’s when my move is supposed to officially be over. But in all actuality, the real physical move doesn’t take place until next weekend. That’s when the guys come to pack up all of my trash that I still haven’t thrown away and move it several states away where I will probably end up finally trashing it all anyway.

See, next Saturday is my birthday. My thirty-fifth birthday, thankyouverymuch. And because I didn’t really feel like spending this sort of milestone alone in a cold, unfamiliar town (probably solo-drinking myself into a slobbering stupor), I worked it so that I can come back and spend the weekend drinking myself into a slobbering stupor with my friends!! Hooray!!

But I had to get “permission” from my company to do that too! Luckily (of course), the company didn’t have a problem with this either…even though the paperwork plainly states that my first day on the job is officially the end of my move.

Aah. Paperwork. Gotta love it. But I really gotta love the fact that my new company is as flexible as it is. I know that my old loser-of-a-giant-corporation last company would have kicked my ass by now.

Enough corporate bullshit talk.

Les’see. I make the drive on Sunday. Yes. Pushing it out to the last minute. I typed in driving directions on both Yahoo Maps and Mapquest. Can anyone tell me why the two different driving times would differ by two hours??!! I mean, WTF? And it appears that Yahoo might be telling me to drive down dirt roads or something. Talk about off the beaten path….it’s taking me down roads named something like Bumblefuck Lane and such in the middle of nowhere! What’s up with that?? I think I’ll stick to the main thoroughfares and just try to speed and cut off those supposed extra two hours.

I’m packing clothes for the next week. Wondering what the hell I’m going to wear on my first day of work. My new company has a very casual dress code. We’re talking jeans, people! I’m used to working under business casual conditions. I don’t know if I feel comfortable walking in on the first day in my low-slung flares. I’m sure I’ll eventually ease myself into it, but….what to wear on the first day??

I was telling Super T that it feels like I’m going to a new school in the middle of the school year and everyone’s going to be looking at me!

Talked to my new boss on the phone today. This job going to rock, I just know it. Told me to show up “around 8:30” on Monday. Oh my gosh. 8:30 is like a dream!! I’ve worked for eight years starting at either 7 or 7:30 every day!! An extra hour of sleep! Woohoo!!

It truly is the little things, isn’t it?

Speaking of which, I have a million little things I need to take care of tonight and especially tomorrow. I’m going to close now and slip into my jammies and shuffle around the apartment in my slippers, and pretend like I’m actually getting stuff done.