Apologies if this post ends up being erratic and/or making no sense – I’m doped up on percocet but figured I’d give the blog thing a go anyway.
So. Where were we before I fell off the face of the planet? It felt for a while there that everything was floating around and no decisions were ever going to be made about all the things I was waiting on, but I’ve finally got some concrete plans! First, I was finally given my official layoff notice, which was actually rather anti-climatic considering I’d known it was coming for so long. That said, I found out that my employer is going to cover the cost of my health insurance premiums for 2 full months after I leave, which I had no idea would happen, so at least that’s a little of the weight off.
Second, I had a job interview a few days ago. I can’t say too much about it, but I walked out feeling like it went well and I at least knew I did my best. From there, we’ll see if I happen to be what they’re looking for.
…I just fell asleep at my keyboard. Good drugs.
Right, so, I am feeling good on the job search front thus far, but of course there are always so many factors that go into why an employer hires one person instead of another (or in this case, one person instead of any one of the other 400 applicants) so I’m trying to get myself into headspace where I won’t beat myself up over not getting it if I don’t.
Third, Finn and I are officially moving at the end of this month. We are super excited, our new apartment is very close to the city, public transportation, and our friends. Living in the ‘burbs for a year was nice, and I think it was good for Finn to see that she wouldn’t end up killing herself out here. There are definitely some things I’m going to miss, like the awesome library 5 minutes away and having a yard (even though we didn’t really use it, since the weather has been so rainy/muggy all summer) and a driveway (no fighting over on-street parking!) and a garage (no shoveling snow off the car!) but like I said, the new place is gorgeous and convenient and overall I’m really excited to be back in the city. It’s also cheaper (not the rent itself, which is the same, but heating and cooling will be cheaper, we won’t have to pay for yardwork, we won’t have to take our own trash to the dump, we won’t have to shovel our own driveway, etc. – saving us money and time). Plus, Cali is moving back so she’ll be right around the corner!
I had my wisdom teeth out this morning. I had been ridiculously nervous about the process – I am not one for letting go of control, so the idea of getting drugs that were going to make me so loopy that I wouldn’t mind that I was having 4 teeth ripped out of my head scared me more than the actual procedure itself. (Though it didn’t help that people kept telling me horror stories either – what’s up with that, people? So uncool.) But it went fine, I actually LOVED the drugs, and I just dozed and listened to my ipod (“teethout mix”) while he was doing his thing. The groggy, bloody aftermath wasn’t so fun, but once I got home and Finn tucked me in, drugged me, and made sure I was covered in ice, things improved. I proceeded to sleep through 3 movies, and now I’m actually feeling close to human (though still resembling a hamster, no worries).
Oh dear, I think I’m rambling.
When I add up everything that has/had to be done this month, it’s a little overwhelming: I have to get all of my cases at work ready to transfer to other attorneys and do all the million other closing-out things that need to be done when one leaves a job; I have to go on interviews and really get into the job search process; I have to pack up the whole house (and may I add that Finn is out of town at school for 2 weeks this month, so who do you think is going to be doing most of the packing??) and move into the new place; and I had to have a scary chimpunk-face-transplant surgery. Maybe it’s more than the drugs making me so tired right now.
I wish I were still at the beach. That trip deserves a proper post of its own, really. I had so much fun, it was so awesome to see Rev’s place, meet her pup, and traipse around DC with her, and then road trip down to the beach. There I turned slightly more flesh-colored (didn’t even burn much – score!) and got to hang with the family (and especially with my brother’s girlfriend’s son, who’s 3 and LOVES me) and spend quality time with everyone. I slept and lounged, read, played on the beach, ate about 3 times more than I normally do of heavy, greasy, delicious southern foods, and really just quite enjoyed myself. Told my siblings about the engagement and they were thrilled, which was sweet.
Seriously rambling. I can’t think of a way to end this and I’m feeling too woozy to bother reading it over. Oh, wait, here’s a good way to end – this applies both to my whining about my teeth hurting and also about the million things I have to do this month. As my Grandma would say: