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Cut your hair and get a job.
Jun. 27th, 2014 03:06 pmSo...a lot has happened in the twenty days since my last post, both good and bad.
I sank a bit deeper, but I also surfaced a whole lot more too, so there's that.
Today is a pretty good day, all things considered.
Work has leveled out, and I at very least have a plan, and it's even a reasonable one. I spent a good two hours today doing nothing but solid work, which makes me pretty happy. Another hour or so come Monday and I should be prepared for my "Early Next Week" meeting that my boss threw at me in passing on my way back from lunch.
I really should discuss how his management style gives me agita.
I have a place to live this September, which is all kinds of awesome. And though we've signed the lease and paid the first full month of rent, it still has really quite sunk in that I'm moving. For the first time in nearly 15 years I'll have a new address, and that...is kind of mindblowing.
There is so much to do between now and September. It takes a lot out of me to keep moving, and not let myself be completely cowed by the sheer amount of shit that I have to do. Going through nearly 15 years worth of accumulated stuff and memories and then disentangling those things from things that belong to my roommates. It's going to be a trial, and I'm trying not to get overwhelmed.
One thing I have finished is a full census of the physical comics in my collection. And while it's not 100% accurate, I feel fairly comfortable with the final total of 2052. That, right there, is a whole lot of paper. Five long boxes, and six short. And that's not even counting the couple hundred graphic novels/trade paperbacks I've accumulated over the years.
I'm finally getting comfortable with the idea that 85% of those books are going to have a new home by September. Anything that isn't an ongoing, or doesn't belong to a very small subset of titles that I wish to actively "collect" is just...gone. Out of my life.
Sometimes I think about this and it makes me happy, others it makes me want to cry.
Which...I can't really explain, but understand completely anyway.
As I said earlier there is good news on the Apartment front. We've signed a lease on a 1000 square foot first floor of a turn of the century house not far from where I am now. It'll slightly reduce my commute to work, my shrink, and the emergency room. Not that I'm going to need the emergency room, but it's nice to know that if I do it'll be closer than a half mile away.
I have a reputation to maintain, after all.
It's a three bedroom, and so soon there will be tales of Roomie Alissa and Roomie Becca, rather than Roomie Alissa and Roomie Joe. Grace and the Turtles will have windows all around the house to look through. There's a small front yard and a front porch, and then a smaller back yard with a back porch. My favorite parts though, are the dining room and the In-Unit laundry. The dining room is likely where the Tanks are going to go, and the laundry In-Unit makes my heart grow three sizes.
Seriously, no more crossing the street in the snow and sleet to have clean underwear.
I'll be so spoiled I won't know what to do with myself.
The better news regarding the apartment involves our move-in date. Our current LandLord/s have told us that we don't need to be out on September 1st. We're family now, after all, and it's really expensive to have to move on Labor Day weekend. So...stay a couple of days after if you need to.
Well, we don't need to, but we're sure as hell GONNA. I'm planning on being out of that apartment and have it empty and cleaned by dinner time on Saturday the 6th.
Of course...this kind of maybe potentially puts my Dragon Con trip that I was all but writing off as a loss, back into play. Because...if I'm not moving that last weekend of August, why not take a few days off and just go to Atlanta dressed as Renee Montoya/The Question or Victoria Hand?
Well, aside from money and logistical issues.
Really, I think it comes down to whether or not Air Tran has any bonus mile flights left for that weekend. If they do, then I'm going to take advantage of them. If they don't, then I'll be spending my first Labor Day weekend in Boston in a very long time.
But that's not for a while yet.
Before that happens I'll be flying to Baltimore to spend the weekend with AWESOME PEOPLE, before taking off and going to LA for a few days prior to this year's San Diego Comic Con. Where I will spend more money than anyone who's going to move in a few months' time ought to. But damn it, I'm going to enjoy it and that's all that freakin' matters there.
Earlier I said that Today was a Pretty Good Day, and it's true.
The weather here in Boston is perfect. Not too hot, and not a cloud in the sky.
I've been stupid productive at work today, I've got my last teaching shift for the summer at the Museum tonight, and when I get home from that there'll be three episodes of Legend of Korra to watch.
I'll take that as a win.
Thank you to everyone who bore witness to my break down. Who stood by and said just the right things when I needed to hear them. You're the best and I'm so lucky to have you all around.
I sank a bit deeper, but I also surfaced a whole lot more too, so there's that.
Today is a pretty good day, all things considered.
Work has leveled out, and I at very least have a plan, and it's even a reasonable one. I spent a good two hours today doing nothing but solid work, which makes me pretty happy. Another hour or so come Monday and I should be prepared for my "Early Next Week" meeting that my boss threw at me in passing on my way back from lunch.
I really should discuss how his management style gives me agita.
I have a place to live this September, which is all kinds of awesome. And though we've signed the lease and paid the first full month of rent, it still has really quite sunk in that I'm moving. For the first time in nearly 15 years I'll have a new address, and that...is kind of mindblowing.
There is so much to do between now and September. It takes a lot out of me to keep moving, and not let myself be completely cowed by the sheer amount of shit that I have to do. Going through nearly 15 years worth of accumulated stuff and memories and then disentangling those things from things that belong to my roommates. It's going to be a trial, and I'm trying not to get overwhelmed.
One thing I have finished is a full census of the physical comics in my collection. And while it's not 100% accurate, I feel fairly comfortable with the final total of 2052. That, right there, is a whole lot of paper. Five long boxes, and six short. And that's not even counting the couple hundred graphic novels/trade paperbacks I've accumulated over the years.
I'm finally getting comfortable with the idea that 85% of those books are going to have a new home by September. Anything that isn't an ongoing, or doesn't belong to a very small subset of titles that I wish to actively "collect" is just...gone. Out of my life.
Sometimes I think about this and it makes me happy, others it makes me want to cry.
Which...I can't really explain, but understand completely anyway.
As I said earlier there is good news on the Apartment front. We've signed a lease on a 1000 square foot first floor of a turn of the century house not far from where I am now. It'll slightly reduce my commute to work, my shrink, and the emergency room. Not that I'm going to need the emergency room, but it's nice to know that if I do it'll be closer than a half mile away.
I have a reputation to maintain, after all.
It's a three bedroom, and so soon there will be tales of Roomie Alissa and Roomie Becca, rather than Roomie Alissa and Roomie Joe. Grace and the Turtles will have windows all around the house to look through. There's a small front yard and a front porch, and then a smaller back yard with a back porch. My favorite parts though, are the dining room and the In-Unit laundry. The dining room is likely where the Tanks are going to go, and the laundry In-Unit makes my heart grow three sizes.
Seriously, no more crossing the street in the snow and sleet to have clean underwear.
I'll be so spoiled I won't know what to do with myself.
The better news regarding the apartment involves our move-in date. Our current LandLord/s have told us that we don't need to be out on September 1st. We're family now, after all, and it's really expensive to have to move on Labor Day weekend. So...stay a couple of days after if you need to.
Well, we don't need to, but we're sure as hell GONNA. I'm planning on being out of that apartment and have it empty and cleaned by dinner time on Saturday the 6th.
Of course...this kind of maybe potentially puts my Dragon Con trip that I was all but writing off as a loss, back into play. Because...if I'm not moving that last weekend of August, why not take a few days off and just go to Atlanta dressed as Renee Montoya/The Question or Victoria Hand?
Well, aside from money and logistical issues.
Really, I think it comes down to whether or not Air Tran has any bonus mile flights left for that weekend. If they do, then I'm going to take advantage of them. If they don't, then I'll be spending my first Labor Day weekend in Boston in a very long time.
But that's not for a while yet.
Before that happens I'll be flying to Baltimore to spend the weekend with AWESOME PEOPLE, before taking off and going to LA for a few days prior to this year's San Diego Comic Con. Where I will spend more money than anyone who's going to move in a few months' time ought to. But damn it, I'm going to enjoy it and that's all that freakin' matters there.
Earlier I said that Today was a Pretty Good Day, and it's true.
The weather here in Boston is perfect. Not too hot, and not a cloud in the sky.
I've been stupid productive at work today, I've got my last teaching shift for the summer at the Museum tonight, and when I get home from that there'll be three episodes of Legend of Korra to watch.
I'll take that as a win.
Thank you to everyone who bore witness to my break down. Who stood by and said just the right things when I needed to hear them. You're the best and I'm so lucky to have you all around.
