As many of you already know (but not all of you; I only told the important/cool kids), I can FINALLY call myself a gainfully employed individual! I'm working for a video and web production company in Evanston. Right down the road from our old apartment, so now a commute that would've been 20 minutes now takes about an hour. Such is life. I haven't as of yet learned my official role there, but it'll be some kind of adminy-assistanty thing for a few months anyway.
As you'll recall, my last post outlined my upcoming four-week temp journey that I was about to embark upon for the Muscular Dystrophy Association. Done. I completed about two and a half of those four weeks, and then I was out. Needles to say, it was not my best employment experience to date. I have nothing against the MDA, but as it turns out, I do have something against making cold calls. Lesson learned.
After the MDA, I singlehandedly (well, almost... Matt took off Friday... it wasn't enough) packed up our entire apartment, and then the movers came Saturday to haul all our ridiculous amounts of junk. I won't even go into the details, but suffice it to say, our sofa was apparently much, much, taller than a normal sofa should ever be. Consequently, it didn't fit through any doors in either of our two apartments. Matt sawed the legs down the other day, but only after it sat in the kitchen for 10 days. Ahh, sofas, will we never end our desperate feuding?
Anyway, after the move, we went to Ashley's wedding in Arkansas, where we hauled and moved a bunch of her wedding junk (it was actually nice stuff... some of it. Some of it was junk. Sorry, buddy.) and then we flew back to Chicago and had one evening to unpack more junk. Then I started my new job(!) and my first assignment was, you guessed it, hauling and moving their junk! So, in between hauling my/Ashley's/company's junk, I'm a little bit junked out. I'm seriously considering giving away all my worldly possessions just so I don't have to deal with them in a year when we move again. Except my Indian carpets. And my new bed.
Um, so I guess that's about it. I've been sufficiently exhausted every single day after (and during... and before) work, but I'm just so damned pleased to have somewhere to go and some paychecks to deposit that I can't complain. I'm sure that will change. It turns out I have almost no pictures from Ashley's wedding because Matt was in charge of the camera and he evidently completely neglected those duties. Sorry.
As you'll recall, my last post outlined my upcoming four-week temp journey that I was about to embark upon for the Muscular Dystrophy Association. Done. I completed about two and a half of those four weeks, and then I was out. Needles to say, it was not my best employment experience to date. I have nothing against the MDA, but as it turns out, I do have something against making cold calls. Lesson learned.
After the MDA, I singlehandedly (well, almost... Matt took off Friday... it wasn't enough) packed up our entire apartment, and then the movers came Saturday to haul all our ridiculous amounts of junk. I won't even go into the details, but suffice it to say, our sofa was apparently much, much, taller than a normal sofa should ever be. Consequently, it didn't fit through any doors in either of our two apartments. Matt sawed the legs down the other day, but only after it sat in the kitchen for 10 days. Ahh, sofas, will we never end our desperate feuding?
Anyway, after the move, we went to Ashley's wedding in Arkansas, where we hauled and moved a bunch of her wedding junk (it was actually nice stuff... some of it. Some of it was junk. Sorry, buddy.) and then we flew back to Chicago and had one evening to unpack more junk. Then I started my new job(!) and my first assignment was, you guessed it, hauling and moving their junk! So, in between hauling my/Ashley's/company's junk, I'm a little bit junked out. I'm seriously considering giving away all my worldly possessions just so I don't have to deal with them in a year when we move again. Except my Indian carpets. And my new bed.
Um, so I guess that's about it. I've been sufficiently exhausted every single day after (and during... and before) work, but I'm just so damned pleased to have somewhere to go and some paychecks to deposit that I can't complain. I'm sure that will change. It turns out I have almost no pictures from Ashley's wedding because Matt was in charge of the camera and he evidently completely neglected those duties. Sorry.
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