Thursday, May 28, 2009

Exhaustion

Today was the big move where most of our stuff went into storage (until we get a house). After a full week of scrambling to get everything into boxes and shifting boxes all over the place, we are tiiiiiiiiired. Conversations are a lot like this:

Her: Oww.
Me: What is it?
Her: My legs hurt.
Me: Mine too. Should we walk the dogs?
Her: ...
Me: Yeah probably not a good idea.
Her: We should fold this laundry though.
Me: Okay. Oww.
Her: Hurts?
Me: This shirt is too heavy.
Her: Oww.
Me: More pain?
Her: I can’t believe it… my toenails are hurting!

My poor sweetheart is limping when she walks now due to sore muscles, and apparently sore toenails. This ordeal is almost over though, so we’ll soon have time to rest. We need massages.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

How did I acquire so much stuff?

This week has been a furious flurry of packing activity. Even after throwing or giving away half a ton stuff, we still have 12 tons to move. It’s amazing. My online activities have been very limited despite my being out of the job. Maybe after the move I’ll finally be able to have some days of restful loafing. Probably the most satisfying part of my packing is tearing pages out of my old employee handbook and crumpling them to protect some dishes. Dress code huh? Rrriiiiiip! Code of conduct? Rrrrriiiiiip! That thing is finally useful for something other than taking up space in my desk. *gleeful cackling*

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Free at last

Yesterday I came home from work and had the following exchange:

Me: Hey I have good news!
Sweety: Really? Good!
Me: I got laid off!
Sweety: ... wait… WHAT??

I guess it wasn’t the best way to break the news, but to me it really was good news.  I was really starting to HATE my job. The company was run by incompetents, and my actual work was becoming more and more tedious and mind-numbing. I was wanting to leave anyway, and now I can collect unemployment while I continue my job search in San Diego. The job hunt should go better now that I’m free to say that I already live in San Diego. We’ll be moving by the end of the month.

Free at last!

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Rocking and Rumbling in LA

Yesterday I was watching a movie when the house started shaking, and kept on shaking… and shook some more.  Not terribly hard, but it went on for a good 20 seconds - an interminable amount of time when your heart is racing and adrenaline is pumping. I actually got off the couch and started heading for a doorway. Today I was at the office when another one hit, this time feeling like a jolt in the ground.

It’s really unusual for earthquakes to be hitting Los Angeles directly. It’s usually along the larger fault lines about an hour east of here. The distance makes a huge difference. Last night’s earthquake was a 4.7 about five miles from my house. The rumbling was a little prolonged and felt like the ground was rocking. Today’s earthquake was a 4.1 about 3 miles from where I was working. It was very short, but sharper, like a jolt.

Imagine a pond when you throw a rock in it.  The epicenter jolts the hardest but the briefest, while the surrounding areas are bombarded with ripples. This is the first time I’ve actually felt the difference.  All the past earthquakes I’ve felt I’ve actually been at least 50 or more miles away. I’m glad it was fairly small. No damage.

The interesting thing is my reaction. We’re always told to duck and cover when an earthquake strikes, and I know this perfectly well.  But when that fight or flight reflex kicks in, for some reason I always want to head for a doorway, which isn’t always the best place to be. Both times this happened, and afterwards I sit my butt back down and wonder why I did that. When you react without thinking, the best choice is not always made. That concerns me.

Yet another reason I should move to San Diego. Farther from all these fault lines.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Without my Honeypie I would...

...have no idea how to style my hair.
...still be getting haircuts at Fantastic Sam’s.
...have to buy all my lunches at the office.
...dress like a style-less bum.
...not think twice about wearing holey shoes.
...not think twice about wearing holey underwear.
...play video games all day and all night without moderation.
...not understand as much spanish as I do now.
...still have no spine to stand up to my mother.
...never have built up a tolerance to spicy food.
...still be living in a shoebox apartment with no aspirations to leave.
...never have a person who understands me inside and out.
...still be living inside my head.
...have no idea what it feels like to be important.
...be an incredibly lonely, pathetic shell of the person I am today.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Back from San Diego

After taking two days off to go to San Diego for an exciting interview with a prospective employer, I am now back in the salt mines and unsure what my future may hold.  They liked me and thought my personality was very well suited to the role and their company, BUT my lack of experience in dealing directly with corporate clients is giving them plenty of second thoughts.  Damn damn damn. Going in I was 70% sure they would hire me, but now I’m only 50% sure. Maybe even less.  It sucks to be back here in this pit where I have no future. There’s no future in a place where the suits upstairs like to micromanage and refuse to listen to advice given by the experts they hired to advise them in the first place.

Well, all I can do is continue look around for better prospects.

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