New Beginnings, Resentment Style!

What? Who says happily ever after couldn't begin with resentment?

I began this moving adventure with very little help. I am short and I don't exactly have a body who enjoys living, much less a major move. A normal day ends with my body screaming at me. I had my mom who is recovering from back surgery, my brother who had a hurt knee, my 70 year old grandma (She's no Jack), and my ex, M. Despite the obstacles we had the truck packed in ten hours. Yes, I have that much shit stuff.

NYEBoy was suppose to have the office cleaned out, but due to him being a complete lazy ass having a lot of school work for his PhD, he didn't do shit have time. So, the night before his flight he informed me he would hire someone to unload the truck to avoid any bitching because he didn't have any time.

By the time we arrived in Florida after spending the entire day before loading, then making that long ass drive, we decided to catch a movie Saturday night before crashing into the bed. Sunday I woke up feeling like we could unload the truck without hiring anyone and save a few bucks.

NYEBoy isn't exactly the poster child for fitness, so I knew I probably wouldn't get too much help, even though I really hoped I would be proved wrong. But, I wasn't. He huffed and puffed, so I got upset and told him I didn't need his help except on the big items. I practically unloaded the entire truck by myself cussing him out inside with every box I lifted up and down. But, I got it all done Sunday.

Everything is in the living room piled high staring at us. My body is exhausted. My ankles hurt so bad I nearly fell down the stairs, so now I have to walk backwards down them. I could hardly breathe when I woke up this morning from my back hurting so bad. I even debated going to find a doctor to see.

So, I am beginning our 'happily ever after' slightly resenting him for not helping me unload the truck or unpacking these boxes. I'll get this house looking like a home, eventually. I'm going to give myself until next Monday before I start working (from home!).

700

This is post 700 incase anyone is keeping track.

I've arrived, the truck is unpacked, and I am exhausted.

Excuse me while I lie in the fetal position unable to move for a few days.

Freak Out

And this lies the moment where I begin freaking out.

I decided to spend time with my family this weekend instead of packing. Yesterday, I had a doctor's appointment, ran by the office, and dropped A off with thugboy, by the time I did all that running around I felt like the day had been wasted. Tomorrow I am suppose to take K to have A's shots done, which will take all fucking day I am sure. With the moving truck scheduled to be here at 7 Friday morning, I am starting to panic.

All the rooms are almost done, just small things, but together it's a mound. I also haven't made it over to my Mom's yet, but I have to get over there this afternoon or I will be really screwed. I need a bath, but what's the point? All of this running around doesn't make for a beautiful smelling chic. I wish I had help, nothing worse than moving except for doing it all yourself.

Sorry for the lack of ICLW, I promise I will try to squeeze them in as I can, I hope you understand.

Officially Unemployed

Technically, it's officially, self-employed!

For the record, I didn't cry one tear the entire day. I think I am bottling it up for a rainy day though, it's not because I didn't care. It was very hard not crying all day.

I was given a picture collage of everyone, how awesome was that? A group of people also got together and gave me $250 cash, they should have just written me a check out to u-Ha.ul, though. I was also given two cakes and a bouquet of flowers. On top of breakfast, lunch, snack, and dinner. The cherry on top, was the drinks we had at one of the physician's house after dinner. I am going to miss them so much. There is no question, without a doubt, it has been tattooed into my brain, IF IT DOESN'T WORK OUT, RUN BACK, YOU CAN HAVE YOUR JOB!!!

I only have five more days until I move. I am not sad about leaving, yet. I am just beyond tired of packing. I'm going to try to stop by the office one more time before I get out of town, though.

I'm going to really miss the drama.

It's Time To Move

You know it's time to move when your Mayor is on TV, speaking to the community, using words like "hatorade". Come to think of it, it shouldn't surprise anyone considering what his last campaign slogan was.

Tomorrow is my last day at work. I'm leaving the eye liner off because I know I am going to be a wreck tomorrow. Sigh. A group of us are going to dinner tomorrow night to celebrate, afterwards a select few are going to one of the physicians house for the after-party. It's going to be awesome. My aunt offered to be my DD, so if you don't hear from me until Saturday or Sunday.. you know I had a blast. Or I am under my desk clinging to my work chair, crying.

Thanks For The Support!

One of my doctor's won't be there for the rest of the week, so today was my last day to see her. As I hugged her she said, "I love you. Thank you for everything. And when you get sick of his ass, because you will, please come back through that door".

I'm not sure if she was saying good luck or not. Maybe that was her way of saying I have job security? Hmm.

Custard Karma

I am trying to save my money because of the move and me quitting my job this week. Tonight, though, I was craving frozen custard with caramel. I decided to treat myself. When I got to the custard place, I had my debit card in hand as I got to the window. The kid asked me if I had cash, because their machines were down. I told him I was sorry, thinking this was my sign that I didn't need it, after all. He told me "He will be up here in a minute". The kid came back about a minute later, passing a custard sundae with chocolate, caramel, pecans, and cherries through the window. He told me to have a good night. How awesome is that? I got a free sundae! Woot Woot!

A Week From Today...

A week from today will be my last day at work. HolyShitImSkerrid.

I had to see a doctor today after four days of stomach pains. It looks like a lovely bout of food poisoning. I'm taking three medications for the next ten days. Ughhhhh.

Two weeks from tomorrow, I'll be heading down to Flo.rida with my honey!! Wooo Hoo!

Underestimated

I completely underestimated the emotional side of quitting my job. I have been on the verge or tears several times over the past few days. We have three job openings at our office, today they interviewed a lot of people for them, my job included. When I called my boss to tell her Mrs. B was here for an interview, she said, "What's she like? We're thinking of her for your job". I got all territorial. You can't replace me, leave my seat empty. That's MY desk. I'm really going to miss that place, minus the bitch or two.

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I think I have a stomach bug. I feel horrible. I've never felt like this with stomach issues. Ugh.

Kitchen Duty

Shh.. I think I am alone on this blog. Sorry for all the boring post lately. I have to apologize for the time being, until I get to Florida, things will probably continue to be about the same.

After feeling overwhelmed, I've decided to tackle one area at a time. I will be running the washer and dryer non-stop until my inventory is clean and packed into bins. I can already notice a slight dent. I decided to work in the kitchen tonight. I will work on my living room tomorrow night. I'll wrap up with my bedroom and bathroom on Thursday. Allowing me to begin bringing things over from my Mom's by the weekend. Sounds simple, huh?

While I was packing up the kitchen, I was getting a little sad. I was boxing up the cake decorations, thinking to myself, this is going to be yet another childless holiday season. Ba-hum-bug.

Unmotivated

In reality, I need to have this apartment completely packed no later than this weekend. I need to start bringing things over from my Mom's house at the beginning of next week. Even though I know all of this, I am having a hard time doing anything. I come home from work and I just want to sit.

It's not the move that frightens me, it's the 'only three weeks left' thing that is starting to give me anxiety.

Oh, and the fact I'm having to do all of this by myself, which effin sucks.

Spoiled?

When I walked into my Grandma's living room tonight with dinner, I found five adults and a two year old sitting down watching Do.ra.

I think this child is spoiled.

I could be wrong, though.

But I doubt it.

My Resignation Letter

Dear MB,

Fuck you, I quit.

Holla,
Me

PS: MB stands for Man Boss or Mega Bitch, one you look like, the other you act like.


I'm suppose to give my notice tomorrow, but I'm having a hard time finding the right words.

Packing Up

My last day of work is going to be Sept. 19th. NYEBoy is flying up here the 26th. The moving truck is ready for pick up on the 27th. Hopefully heading to the lovely state of Florida the same day.

It's time to start packing... who's helping me? Ha!

Is This A Sign?

My car won't start.

It's not the battery. I have gas and oil. I changed the spark plugs, but it's still a no go. There is a black substance, perhaps oil, along the bottom left side of the engine. I think the head gasket has finally taken it's last breath and blown. The car repair guy shall confirm that tomorrow.

My insurance and tag renewals are due at the end of the month. I'm moving in three weeks.

My Mom is on medical leave, so I have the use of her car until I leave, if needed.

NYEBoy has two cars, if need be, I could use one when I got there.

If it's a goner, I could sell it to pay for the moving truck.

Is this my sign?

If I wasn't moving in three weeks and if my Mom wasn't on medical leave, I would probably be in the fetal position crying.