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So, I came home from work the other night and had a little meltdown.
It wasn't work related. Work has been fine. I like my job.
No, what triggered the meltdown was my garbage can. It was jammed with all sorts of crap that wasn't mine. It was the painter's. And I'd just put a new bag in the day before.
I know. I know. Why on Earth did that trigger my little meltdown? I think its because for the last three months I've been living in limbo, watching my bank account drop every couple of weeks and generally experiencing flashes of, not buyer's remorse, but something akin to it.
I've gotten into the habit, lately, of screaming in the car on the Interstate as a way of relieving stress. And, yes, I know that sounds crazy but it sort of works.
At least for me.
The house should be finished by the end of the month. This Monday I get new carpet put in upstairs. Wednesday, my furniture and window treatments arrive.
Oh! And just when all that gets done, I'll probably hear from this job I interviewed for in New Mexico. I had the interview this past Friday and it was one of the shortest goddamn interviews I have ever had. So either they loved me and had made up their minds to hire me before hand or, more likely, it was just a formality to appease HR and they're going with someone local.
I think it's the second.
I'm still thinking of selling the place. In my heart of hearts, I'm more of a renter than a home owner. Shit breaks down and I just want to call the landlord to fix it. I am not, after all, overly domestic.
And, well, that's my life lately.
More later. - MEL
It wasn't work related. Work has been fine. I like my job.
No, what triggered the meltdown was my garbage can. It was jammed with all sorts of crap that wasn't mine. It was the painter's. And I'd just put a new bag in the day before.
I know. I know. Why on Earth did that trigger my little meltdown? I think its because for the last three months I've been living in limbo, watching my bank account drop every couple of weeks and generally experiencing flashes of, not buyer's remorse, but something akin to it.
I've gotten into the habit, lately, of screaming in the car on the Interstate as a way of relieving stress. And, yes, I know that sounds crazy but it sort of works.
At least for me.
The house should be finished by the end of the month. This Monday I get new carpet put in upstairs. Wednesday, my furniture and window treatments arrive.
Oh! And just when all that gets done, I'll probably hear from this job I interviewed for in New Mexico. I had the interview this past Friday and it was one of the shortest goddamn interviews I have ever had. So either they loved me and had made up their minds to hire me before hand or, more likely, it was just a formality to appease HR and they're going with someone local.
I think it's the second.
I'm still thinking of selling the place. In my heart of hearts, I'm more of a renter than a home owner. Shit breaks down and I just want to call the landlord to fix it. I am not, after all, overly domestic.
And, well, that's my life lately.
More later. - MEL
