Caterwauling

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Step 3: Laugh ass off. 🙂

For both the hiring and the moving.

Don’t get me wrong — the apartment is perfect for me. But I’ve just made a major purchase (not to mention getting raped by Comcast for digital cable/internet when it comes on the 7th), so I feel kind of drained, both financially and emotionally.

I’m really tired. I was psyched about starting to move tonight, but I think I’m going to crash and just get an early start tomorrow. I just can’t decide whether to cry or to laugh — I know I’ll be laughing soon, but I guess I’m really missing my family today. My mom never missed a move and always worked round-the-clock with me to get it done. Although, the poor woman always ended up helping me do the final cleaning of the apartment, as nearly all of my roomies in the past saw fit to take off and dump it on me because I actually cared about leaving the place in good shape.

At any rate, I just don’t know what I would have done without my mom during those stressful times, but I guess I do know now … I wish she were here. *sniff*

Well, I’m officially a tenant at my new abode. The place is immaculate and the carpet is brand-new (let’s take this opportunity to admit that I already stained the carpet with an air freshener that must’ve melted in my trunk this morning — purple spots o’plenty, but it smells like lilacs in there now!) I can’t WAIT to start lugging carloads of crap there (as I’ve run out of boxes and patience so I would like to get my unpacked items there pronto).

The bad news comes from Sports Guy, who politely declined the job to my voice mail. He sounded sincere in that he feels he’s missing an incredible opportunity to get to work with me, but alas, he got another offer — from a daily newspaper — which he thought would be the better choice for him.

Maybe it isn’t bad news, though. Things happen for a reason — maybe this is fate’s way of kicking my ass and telling me that it’s not too late to undo a screw-up.

1. What time do you wake up on weekday mornings?

8 a.m. — I usually get up around 6:30 a.m. but go back to sleep.

2. Do you sleep in on the weekends? How late?

Not big on sleeping in, not even when I’m up till 3 a.m. My standard waking time on the weekends is always before 9 a.m., unless I’ve partied a bit, at which time, 1 p.m. sounds about right. 🙂

3. Aside from waking up, what is the first thing you do in the morning?

Curse.

4. How long does it take to get ready for your day?

About six hours. Just because I’m awake and functioning within an hour doesn’t mean that I want to talk to, look at, listen to or just plain put up with stupidity. I need about four cups of coffee before I am fit to deal with others.

5. When possible, what is your favorite place to go for breakfast?

Around here, I could give a rat’s ass about breakfast places. But in Pittsburgh, I died over Pamela’s and DeLuca’s. And Eat ‘n Park. And even Shitters Ritter’s.

Town Crier (everybody’s favorite villain) just stopped by with a big stupid grin on her pointy little face. She sing-songed, “It’s (Cruise Director’s) birthday!” I just glared at her and said, “Um, yeah, I know.” She still had that goofy smile and said, “All right then,” and danced out.

Dipshit.

Today brings a new month, a new apartment and eventually, a new life.

I’m signing my lease at 10:30 a.m., although I just got a panicked call from the apartment complex folks, asking why I hadn’t come in yet. Turns out that they lost their appointment bookings and have simply been relying on people showing up as scheduled. I offered to come in earlier, but they said no. Oh well. As long as the place is neat and clean and ready for me to move in, I’m cool.

I am taking two things with me to commemorate my move: My friend Leslie had brought me back a gorgeous slate mirror from Ireland, which I typically keep above my silver jewelry armoire, and that’s definitely coming with me today. I am also taking one of my big stuffed Garfield dolls (yes, Dave, the one sitting on the couch with Tinky Winky), and I have a scarf wrapped around the doll’s neck that I picked up in New York.

At any rate, I just finished the world’s most boring conversation with Demure’s secretary. She does not stop. Sweet gal, but didn’t she see me falling asleep during the hour that she had me cornered in my office? I came in at 7:30 a.m. for a reason, and I’m no farther along now than I was when I arrived. Gaaah! Luckily, my phone rang, and that ended that, or else she’d probably still be in here. 🙂