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...wow, what a week.

Spent most of the week covered in dust and grime, clearing out my mom's place with James, and the rest of it seeking work. Can't decide which is harder on me, or makes me feel mightier!

Today was really good, though: interviewed for a long-term temp gig that I want, and I think I will be offered; got moved forward in the process for another two jobs; had a nice shopping trip with James; had excellent Thai food for lunch and excellent Mexican food (yay!) for dinner; bought surprise Jewish breakfast for my mom for the morning; and now, we're watching an Oddities marathon.

This weekend, we're gonna work our asses off getting the rest of the workroom cleared out. But right now, I'm not thinking about that. For the moment, it's just me, James, the gang at Obscura, and my beloved comfy chair.

Ahhhh.

A week

Oct. 3rd, 2014 06:41 pm
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A week ago today, I quit my job and we packed our stuff and moved to San Diego just in time for a brutal heatwave. Our new place is up a flight of stairs, so it's extra-hot in here. Plus, it's really run down and our stuff is en route, so it kinda feels like we're camping. I don't much like camping, but the company is good, and my mom is SO HAPPY. So it's totally worth it.

Tomorrow, we'll go yard-saling with mom, take a few cold showers, and then have dinner with my dad and the Non-Wicked Stepmother. Next week, we're ripping out the disintegrating kitchen cabinets. Ikea and Lowe's and Target are starting to feel wealthy when they see us coming.

Tired and hot and missing my comfy chair, but also happy at the progress we've made already, in just five days. I even cooked three meals in my new kitchen today!
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We drove to San Diego on Sunday. Yesterday (Monday), we cleaned and shopped and hung out with mom. I took her to the hospital for a sprained ankle she got a week ago, and we went out to dinner together. It was nice.

The apartment needs a TON of work, but we're tackling things a little at a time.

This got long, and is just babbling about our apartment stuff )All the work and trouble aside, though, we have a shower that works well, my mom is happy to pay for materials and labor to get the place in shape, and we're happy being together and working on this extensive (oh, man, very extensive) home-improvement project. When we're done, we will have a cute little apartment, a very functional project room (with a sewing machine, our exercise equipment, and the piano), and a beautiful backyard with lots of plants and places to sit and hang out in the shade.

Eventually.

Some day.

I hope.

The kid misses us, and I hope she finds a way to move down here soon. I don't exactly miss work, but I loved my job and wish I could have brought it with me.

Mom took us to dinner with her friend, who was having a birthday, and my uncle. It was fine. I don't think I've ever been to Black Angus before. Mom has been having a good time feeding us since we've been here. She doesn't cook much any more, which I would mind, except that her food safety awareness has gotten even worse as she's gotten older, and I'm afraid to eat the things she cooks, so I'm sort of glad we've been going out instead. We agreed to have Sunday dinner at her place once a week, and this week she's planning to make roast beef. There are worse ways to die than by eating my mom's amazing roast beef.

Tomorrow, applications open for grad school. I plan to apply. If I get in, I have almost a year to get ready to be a student again.
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Yesterday, we loaded the trailer. I kinda blew out my knee, but we got it loaded. Later, I'll show you the picture of all my worldly possessions. Anyway, we got it loaded and hitched to the car (silly to do it in that order, but we did) and hit the road.

It. Was. TERRIFYING. The car was of course a totally different beast. Horribly hard to accelerate, which I could deal with, but going downhill was one of the scariest things I've ever done, and they were pretty tame hills. And then the tire-pressure warning light went on.

Within twenty minutes, I knew two things:

1) I was not going to be able to drive my little car and the trailer for ten to twelve hours without having a panic attack or worse; and

2) There was no fucking way I was going to trust my car on the Grapevine pulling that load.

We were very near [personal profile] stonebender & [personal profile] loracs's place, so we pulled off the highway, went to their place, and regrouped.

I am grateful for my ability to whip out a credit card and pay U-Haul to come pick up all our stuff and deliver it to us in San Diego next week. I am grateful that I have family in whose guest house we could spend the night. And I am grateful that I was able to push past my fear of being seen as a failure and say Hey, I can't handle this.

We're planning to leave tonight, with just a car full of our essential stuff. My knee is out, so [personal profile] james_huber is out there doing the loading, speaking of things for me to be grateful about.

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Sep. 27th, 2014 07:50 am
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Change is the order of the week. Yesterday was my last day at The Best Job Ever. I just realized last night that I have a voicemail on my phone from UCSD about a job. And I am moving to San Diego.

TODAY.

Whew. Cover me; I'm goin' in.

Nine days

Sep. 18th, 2014 06:46 am
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A week from Saturday, we'll hitch up the rental trailer, fill it with what's left of our belongings (not much, I'll tell you), and drive almost exactly 500 miles to our next home. I'm not exactly excited, but I'm looking forward to it. Not counting work-related stuff, I'm not very stressed at all, so that's good. I tend to like change, and I'll be moving nearer my mom and living in an apartment I like with a person I adore, so mostly, this is happy stuff.

James is a little stressed, but mainly because he spends all day home with no moving work to do. We (mostly he) started doing the work of moving months ago, and it's basically all done. Now we just wait. My last day of work is the 26th. We leave the next day.

Work will go on without me, but regardless of my expendability, I am trying to leave my stuff in as neat and take-over-able a condition as I can for the next guy, who is doing just fine in his training.

I don't have a job in San Diego yet. I'm a little stressed about that, but money will be fine for a few months, and by then I'll know if I can make enough from home to tide me over until I start a master's program in the fall. *If* I start a master's program in the fall.

So yeah. Lots of change, but a relatively small amount of stress. I'm fine with that.
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There will be mountains of work today. I missed Thursday because of a migraine, and work tends not to do itself while one isn't in the office. Plus, I'm covering for the receptionist today.

It's weird being here, knowing I'm leaving by September, but not knowing exactly when, or to which new job. If I don't find something by August, I'll give my notice, and look for work once I get down to San Diego, but having a good job is probably a better position to be in while jobhunting.

The move is another uncertainty. If I end up at UCSD, which is 45 minutes or so north of my mom's place, I'll want to live near there, but if I get something closer to mom, I'll want to rent her apartment. We don't want to evict her tenant until we're sure, and we can't really be sure until I see what job I'll get, or if I have to end up looking from there.

I usually handle uncertainty really well—I was a temp for 25 years—but this time it means uncertainty for my whole family, and I'm feeling kind of bad for being the source of that.

San Diego

Jun. 8th, 2014 12:04 am
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Flew to San Diego today. Tested for a 911 dispatch job. Did very well. Need to call on Monday and set up the interview. Next, went to surprise mom with a visit. Had a nice couple of hours with her, got some real Mexican food, flew home. Other than the headache that plagued me most of the day, I'd say it was a really good one.

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