So, I've accomplished virtually nothing today beyond freezing up my iPod *cries* and going to lunch with some girls from the office. Lunch was yummy and fun, though. I had cheese ravioli.
Meredith just called me. We were discussing driving arrangements for the trip to Florida next Friday.
Me: You and I will probably take my car, and Richard and James will probably take the car I just brought home.
Mer, indignant that someone else would be driving *her* car: When is James getting his car fixed?
Me: When we have the money.
Mer: You guys just bought a new TV!
Me, confused: We didn't buy a TV.
Mer: Then what is that TV sitting on the floor in the living room? It's got a built-in DVD and VHS player.
Me: I brought that home from Grandma Brown's. Wait... When were you home?
Mer: When I came to pick up new clothes.
Now, is it odd that what irritated me about this conversation was not the selfishness about the car, nor the attempt at chastising me for my money management, but the fact that someone drove Meredith 40 minutes each way to pick up fresh clothes rather than just doing laundry?
I think I'm going to apply for a job in St. Petersburg. I don't know that they'll hire me because they want someone who is proficient in Earned Value and I have very little EV experience, but the job's been open since January so they might decide it's worth it to train me. I'm really absurdly nervous about this, even though I probably won't get the job. It would mean moving out of VA. I've never lived more than 40 miles from the hospital in which I was born. Random things keep popping into my head like "I'll have to find a new dentist! I like my dentist." and "Why did I ever choose a screen name that indicates my location? It's just stupid to be 'KateinVA' if you live in FL." Then, of course, I tell myself that I'm 34 years old and I should really get a grip.
*sigh*
My name is Kate, and I am afraid of change.
Meredith just called me. We were discussing driving arrangements for the trip to Florida next Friday.
Me: You and I will probably take my car, and Richard and James will probably take the car I just brought home.
Mer, indignant that someone else would be driving *her* car: When is James getting his car fixed?
Me: When we have the money.
Mer: You guys just bought a new TV!
Me, confused: We didn't buy a TV.
Mer: Then what is that TV sitting on the floor in the living room? It's got a built-in DVD and VHS player.
Me: I brought that home from Grandma Brown's. Wait... When were you home?
Mer: When I came to pick up new clothes.
Now, is it odd that what irritated me about this conversation was not the selfishness about the car, nor the attempt at chastising me for my money management, but the fact that someone drove Meredith 40 minutes each way to pick up fresh clothes rather than just doing laundry?
I think I'm going to apply for a job in St. Petersburg. I don't know that they'll hire me because they want someone who is proficient in Earned Value and I have very little EV experience, but the job's been open since January so they might decide it's worth it to train me. I'm really absurdly nervous about this, even though I probably won't get the job. It would mean moving out of VA. I've never lived more than 40 miles from the hospital in which I was born. Random things keep popping into my head like "I'll have to find a new dentist! I like my dentist." and "Why did I ever choose a screen name that indicates my location? It's just stupid to be 'KateinVA' if you live in FL." Then, of course, I tell myself that I'm 34 years old and I should really get a grip.
*sigh*
My name is Kate, and I am afraid of change.
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*hugs*
Whatever you are planning, I will be there!
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*hugs back* Thank you, lovey!
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Lets hope it works for you! *crosses fingers*
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That said, good luck on applying for a new job!
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Moving is a scary, scary thing.
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And my name is Spottedcat, and I'm afraid of change, too.
Teenagers. They're amazing. I don't have any, myself. I can't say I feel terribly bad about that.
But I have been told, and once or twice have even observed, that teenagers grow up sometimes and turn into reasonable, pleasant human beings. So chin up, Kate. Brighter days may be a-coming.
As for the dentist... well, think of it this way. You have friends where you live now. You'll want to visit them at least twice a year, won't you? So you can just come up to visit them, and be sure you have a dentist appointment the first day you're here. Then make sure the receptionist knows you'll need any work done before you have to go back again.
Okay, I'm through giving weird advice now.
Feel free to ignore any advice I give, by the way. How in the world can you take advice about change from a cat who's afraid of change, anyway? *snicker*
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I HATE change! *clings tight*
I'm with you on the laundry thing. *nods* Chickens! What are we gonna do?
*still clinging*
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I moved from my mom's house, to Becky's house, and into a house with James. It's never been just me and Mer before. Whatever will we do? (Not laundry, apparently!)
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Same here, hon. I moved from home straight into a house with Darryl. I had NEVER been on my own before. Well there was college, but you're surrounded there! My roomie used to blast Merle Haggard! HAHAHAHA! "Where is the Alabama, baby?" X)
*lovin' the holdin'* ♥♥
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I'm torn between wanting to do something new and challenging (life changes are big challenges for me) and wanting to crawl under the covers and pretend it's not happening. *sigh* I suppose it will be difficult to pack from underneath the covers...
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Yes, you'll want to at least stick your head out of the covers to make sure your glassware is wrapped properly ;)
*huggles*