Thomas just left the building.
Thomas is better than Elvis as far as I am concerned.
Side Bar-If Elvis has left the building were an ice cream it would be peanut butter with banana and bacon. If Thomas were an ice cream I’d say Dark Chocolate Tutti Frutti with marshmallows aka Funky White Boy With Soul (that should be a flavor ice cream!).
What kind of ice cream are you?
Thomas just finished spackling the walls of my apartment. On his day off, he came all the way over from the other side of town to help me. I was in high anxiety mode. I got a “just breathe hug” and my back adjusted at the same time.
Dude. I have good friends.
I also got a little talking to in my kitchen about embracing change. Instead of worrying myself sick about it. That I manage and have managed just fine with how everything is going down.
Is my anxiety that evident to all?
Sheesh.
Sorry friends. Moving and a new job and the end of an old career and couch surfing and finding a place to store my shit and not getting the direct deposit to my account have made me a little neurotic, that’s the nice way of saying bat shit kookoo for cocoa puffs crazy.
On an up note, I did bring the lack of funds in my account to the attention of my General Manager who promptly took care of the issue by cutting me a check. It turns out that they had sent the wrong account routing number to my bank. So when the pay roll company tried to deposit money into my account they were turned down and it just bounced back to the pay roll company. The GM cut me a fresh check and I deposited it directly myself to my account as soon as I got out of work.
Work was good and bad today.
Good, in that I am getting better and better at navigating the various computer programs and I got a lot of things accomplished. Bad as I sat in front of a computer for a very long time today and about four and a half hours in the head ache commenced. It is very evident to me that I need glasses. I am super glad that I went to the optometrist and got this issue addressed, absurdly grateful that Tami helped me and waiting with bated breath for my glasses, they can’t come soon enough.
I have a feeling I will be spending a lot of time in front of a computer screen with my position developing the way it is. There were times a plenty where I just made myself get up, make a cup of tea and rest my eyes for a bit. I also went up and down the stairs a few times more than I necessarily had to. I needed the break away from the screen and to get the blood flow going.
Tomorrow I am actually going to run an errand and pick up some things off premise. I am riding one of the bikes to get a feel for how they handle and I am getting more lights for the office space that I am in, it’s too dim by far. I can’t handle always being tied to a desk. I need to move. I am like a shark that way, move or sink and die.
Today I was also off the floor, so although I had interactions with people, I spent a lot of time being by myself in the office. Not necessarily a horrible thing, but the day felt longer than a lot of the previous days. Christ, I sound like an old hand at this, as I start in on my third week on the job.
Here on the home front things are falling together. All the things that were nailed or screwed to the walls, with the exception I just realized of a couple of plant hangers, have been removed and the holes spackled over. I have two boxes packed and more things thrown onto the side-walk sale pile.
I have decided the easiest thing to do is rent a truck. I just don’t want to muss and fuss with borrowing some one else’s vehicle.
Ugh, planning again, must stop. I don’t have to plan anything right now. The wheels are in motion, things are happening. And one day soon, soon, I promise, I will write a blog that does not revolve around moving and bicycles.
I think.
I hope.
I pray.
Like a blog about going on a date! That would be awesome. Now somebody ask me out.
Next.
Or how about dancing? I need to get my groove on. I really, really, really do. I got a little dance music mix going while Thomas was fixing the walls–Five Years of Dirty Bird–still listening to it, and I realized it has been an age and a half since I danced. The last time was at Burning Man and that sort of feels like it does not count. And that’s too long to not have been dancing.
I will make a date for dancing for next weekend. I can’t fathom trying to add anything else to my plate for this week. I have work, then Thanksgiving, then I’m working Friday, just a half day to cover some of the hours I’m going to miss for a doctor’s appointment the following week, side-walk sale and packing on Saturday, move on Sunday. Yup, this week does not really facilitate going dancing.
Although, I am tempted to treat myself to a movie on Thanksgiving night. I will of course watch football with the boys at the house before meandering back to my side of town. I will be having dinner with Thomas and Co.
Otherwise every spare moment feels accounted for and full.
But progress is being made and I can stop and pause and breathe, or allow myself to breathe when reminded, knowing that regardless of what happens, it’s all working out just fine, with or with out my worrying.
In fact, probably better without.
Better by far.
Auntiebubba 
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