Archive for May, 2008

25
May
08

Welcome home!

Well, your new home. Your first home outside of West Virginia in your entire life.

This won’t be long — there’s a ton to write about — because I’m actually about to go to bed. I’m going in tomorrow but it’s more of a “soft launch” because of the holiday. I just want to go in, spend some time, maybe find my desk, see a little bit of what I’ll do on Tuesday and get acquainted.

I am not homesick yet, but I miss home. I don’t know if it’s that I miss home or I miss everybody from home. I’m betting the latter.

Anyway, bedtime for me. But I’m here. I’ve made it. I’m in one piece. My back hurts … but I’m in one piece.

I’ll definitely update tomorrow with my first day under my belt.

20
May
08

Truth.

busy

T-minus about 48 hours. The movers will be here Thursday. Predictably. I needed them Friday.

Things aren’t going well. They’re not going terribly either. They’re just going fast. They have no choice but to just go. It’s time for the next phase of life and it’s here. What seemed like an idea a month ago is actually here now.

I’m fine, I promise. Just drained. I’m tired in every single way a person possibly could be right now. But there’s a light at the end. I just have to keep moving closer toward it.

I read somewhere that the five most stressful things anybody can go through are:

1. Birth of a child (I’m clear here)
2. Moving (I’m ass-deep in that.)
3. Changing jobs (Monday’s coming. Quickly.)
4. Going through a divorce (… check.)
5. Death in the family (I’m clear for now. But with my luck, someone dies Saturday.)

I’ve completed 60 percent of this list in eight months. Who says I’m not an overachiever?

17
May
08

A dent. Finally!

Two bedrooms and a living room cleared out.

WOO! 🙂

16
May
08

Comcastic!

Comcastic!

It’s Comcastic!

And now … so am I.

The evil giant owns me. I hope the evil giant treats me well.

Marking it off the list. One more down. Many to go.

Getting this one done? I feel Comcastic.

16
May
08

Call the laywers. They’ll make it all better.

lawyers

Wait … isn’t a lawyer what got us INTO this situation in the first place?

I won’t re-hash all of the WVU-Heather Bresch-we’re-handing-out-fake-degrees-to-our-connected-friends and we’re-arrogant-enough-to-not-care-what-you-think scandal. Everything you’d ever want to know about that scandal can be found here — Fifth Column. That guy, who by the way is pretty much my hero, says it better than I ever could.

However, I digress. Let me phrase it like a commercial.

Do you have a degree from West Virginia University? Do you feel like the value of your degree is diminished because you actually earned it rather than had it handed to you with a wink and a nudge? Is the only remedy you can think of suing the bastards with a big check at the end? Call us.

A law firm in Charleston is running ads kind of like that … maybe not as crudely worded, but the theme is the same.

Class action suit possible over value of WVU degrees

OK, I’ll admit — the thought of a West Virginia payday is tempting. Hell, half of this state is waiting around to sue someone for some jackpot justice. Maybe it’s my turn!

But you know … it won’t matter. I got a great job that starts in 10 days in Washington, D.C. — a job I got with a West Virginia University degree. Sure, the degree is on the resume, but at this point, I think my skills probably got me where I’m going. I could be wrong. It’s just a thought.

But that’s not to say I haven’t gotten my share of the comments — “Oh, your Dad get you your degree too?” or “Boy, they just hand ’em out there, don’t they.”

And to be fair, if I was a recent graduate, I’d be freaking out a little, I think. Of course, it’s in my nature to freak out anyway, but still …

Am I wrong? I’m not sure a lawsuit’s going to help, and really, if you’re suing the university, aren’t you just suing taxpayers — i.e., yourself? Suppose this case wins and the university has to pay out a crapload of cash. Didn’t we pay for that? What could you really gain by hurting a college that’s already really hurting?

15
May
08

Thank you, New York Post

There’s a reason you’re my favorite newspaper in the world!

The New York Post has an article online today which says, in a nutshell, “Hey, thanks bitches. You’ve really done wonders for both this city and women.”

bitches

Turns out not everybody thinks those women are clever, witty, relevant, “with-it” or hip.

Manolo More: How Carrie and Co. Ruined New York

The first paragraph talks about a woman who’s proud that she’s never seen an episode. I’m with her. She’s my soul sister in that. I saw a preview of one once and thought, “How f-ing stupid,” and never turned it back on. I knew girls in college, and even after, though, that would block of their entire nights. I knew girls who openly cried when the series ended. I know girls who will be at that movie on opening night.

I’ve never seen an episode of “Sex and the City.” And I won’t hang my head.

I don’t go to brunch to talk about random dudes I bang. My previous boyfriends don’t have clever nicknames. I only own a Coach purse because my mother got sick of my dirty hippie knapsack. Sigh.

But, I wanted to share the article … Maybe through putting light on the issue, more of us will come forward. There’s no shame!

15
May
08

Organized chaos

list

Today, at least thus far, I was able to mark off:

* Get electric, gas
* Get Verizon (for the phone/Internet)
* Order replacement part for BlackBerry because AT&T told me to take a ride last night when I tried to buy a new one. They said, essentially, “Discount? Ha. Full retail price, sucker.” I politely declined.

This afternoon, I’d like to mark off:

* Get me some cable (which may end up being for the Internets instead … Verizon may be marked off completely if they don’t have the DSL/Fiber. I don’t know why the computer wasn’t able to tell them that when I called. It just wasn’t.)
* Set a shut-off date for my Chucktown utilities and let my landlord know what day I’ll be officially outta here (that depends on the movers, who, oddly, have yet to call me.)
* Find out from a vet the process of tranq-ing Inky and Walter. Can’t wait. Those cats are gonna LOOOOOOOOVE me for this one.
* Change my address with all of the people that need it changed. Credit card companies get pissed when they can’t find you, I learned.
* Cancel my freaking gym membership. I’ve only been trying to mark this one off for two weeks. It just gets moved to “not that important.”

Tonight?

* Freaking take boxes downstairs so I feel like I’m making some sort of progress toward getting this house emptied. Kevin has to come this weekend to get the bedroom set back and then that’s one room completely empty.

I know … a blog post dedicated to all of the things I have to do. I think I did it as motivation. Once it’s out here, it’s really, actually out here. That way, T-Dub can ask me if I’m making progress. Cookie may come by and check on me and Paige will laugh at me and know that by the time she’s come along to check in, I’m probably taking a nap on the couch.

I feel like I’m getting somewhere, but getting nowhere at the same time. Having to work another five days, move the next day and start a new job the Monday after next makes you feel like an elephant has his foot planted right in your chest. I wish I didn’t have to work as long as I do, but it was unavoidable. Everything is exactly as it had to be in this case. Instead of getting a huge pile of work done at work (and getting my desk cleaned out in the process), I’m spending large portions of my day trying to get my new life set up 400 miles away.

It’s that feeling of “I can do a hundred things at once, but none of them very well.” That’s where I am right now. Right now, I’m juggling and I feel like at any minute, I’m going to lose sight of just one ball and everything’s going to come down at my feet and I’ll have to start over.

Eh, I’ll make it. I always do. If this is the most stressful thing I have to endure in my years, I’ll have it pretty easy. And in less than 10 days, this anticipation and buildup will be a memory and I’ll be well on my way to getting settled in to a new job, a new apartment and a new life altogether.

And I gotta figure out how to blog from the train … I bet there are good stories there. 🙂




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