First order of business: Next month will for sure, most definitely, be a Sims post. Probably. I meant to have one this month but life’s been very hectic. And much more interesting than usual (for me).
Secondly, I got a new computer! My old laptop was overheating running anything too extreme. Now I have an ASUS ROG GR8 II-T043Z mini-desktop and it’s really fast. It should make playing TS3 and using Photoshop a snap! I’m happy with the price and feel it’s a good purchase. You can read more about it here.
My new computer.
Thirdly, the big boss decided the guy who was teasing and harassing me made “inappropriate and offensive” comments that don’t belong in the workplace. But it wasn’t bad enough to be considered bullying. (I feel bullied, but I guess that’s not important.) So he will continue working closely with me, and with a vulnerable population, for some unknown reason. 😐
Fourthly, we moved! What an ordeal. I wasn’t too keen on moving into a condo-apartment-style building, but it’s actually working out. The new place is so lovely, what a great view of the city!
Two different views.
I took 6 days off work for a psuedo-vacation. Not a relaxing vacation mind you, because I spent the first few days packing, cleaning, assembling furniture, and other random randomness.
It’s kindof a blur, but I jotted down a few thoughts to document the journey:
Day 0: Beard level – Clean-shaven.
I was working the day before vacation. My favourite client is in terrible shape. Just two days ago his health was fine and now it’s taken a nose-dive. I can’t really go into details but I feel he is not going to last very much longer. Why would the wife leave him at our center for 8 hours, the man needs a hospital!
Day 1: Beard level – Coarse.
First day of vacation. It started out poorly, with me crying. 😥 I’ve been thinking about it last night and I fear the client is dying. The day got better once I got my zen on by putting together finely crafted Swedish furniture. Here are some random things:
-My father and I kindof messed up the drawers, they wouldn’t fit into the shelves. An IKEA rep. told us to take some photos & she’d help in 48 hours. 😐 Fortunately my mother came in and pointed out the “extra” pieces we’d left out of the construction. Now everything fits great!
-Sad IKEA man has broken the bed until Pencil IKEA man helps out.
-Dinner was bacon, chicken, steamed vegetables, french fries, taquitoes, and ice cream. Because of course it was.
-Why are the werewolves attacking that Targaryen vampire?
-No wait, Kate Beckinsale was for sure dead, they wrapped her up like a mummy. They can’t just gloss over a resurrection by saying “She got better.”
Day 2: Beard level – Bristly.
-My bones are so sore today. China-Gel helps me to ease the pain.
-Sad Ikea man is not allowed to climb on the new furniture, or else he might get crushed.
-“Do not cut Ikea. Do not set Ikea on fire.” um, thanx for the tip?
-Time for a Dieselpunk Opera!
-Oops, somebody texted me 2 days ago & I just read the message now. I better reply right away… as soon as I get home.
-Ikea Yoga: I call this one the Swedish Cobra. Also the Downward-Facing Fjord.
-“L1, L2, R1, R2.. R2..? Artoo..! R2!!!!!”
-That akward moment when me and Dad both realize I’ve scratched the new paint but neither of us wants to point it out.
-Ew, the garbage room smells like egg-soap.
-My sister mistook Dr. Strange for Dr. Who.
Day 3: Beard level – Fuzzy.
-The day starts out poorly. I interrupt my sister’s fun beach story and she starts crying.
-Moving tomorrow.. I guess I could leave out the computer and TV until the movers get here right?
-Some people got no respect, no respect!
-I ate your dipping sauce. It was an accident, but I don’t regret it. 👿
-Oh my gosh, GAME OF THRONES FINALE!! It was all like *ROWR!* and then he was all “let me explain” and she was like “let me remove that throat for you”, and then we got to see Kit Harrington’s ass.
Day 4: Beard level – Scruffy.
-Four hours of sleep. I am so tired..
-What a horrible person.
-“ARGH, I HATE YOU!”
-The more things change, the more they stay the same.
-“Can we get some boxes in here?”
-“Is that mover a man or a woman?”
-Mum warns them that her turtle is special and they better not break it.
-Everyone abandons dad at the new place to clean up the old place. He’s forced to throw clothes everywhere so they can get their boxes back.
-Rogers vs Bell.
Day 5: Beard level – Hairy.
-A sea of boxes.
-First step: shelves.
-“It’s so easy, to turn on the TV you just press three buttons instead of one!”
-The professional movers put every FRAGILE box upside down, and piled boxes on top. Uh, that’s really dumb.
-“Don’t fall out the window, mum!”
-I got an email; the client I was worried about passed away. 😦 I worked with him a lot, so I feel grief. But as my co-worker pointed out, he had pretty much no quality of life. There was no joy in his life. A mercy he can rest, a sadness he is gone.
Day 6: Beard level – Unkempt.
-An empty house.
-That dog’s eating poop!
-I detest those tiny metal brackets.
-Too much stuff.
-“This thing gets really good suction!” I have been forbidden from saying “That’s what she said”, so we’re just done with Phrasing.
-One elevator’s shut down for moving, one’s under maintenance, and one just has sticky floors.
-West Palm Beach.
-Sleeping on the roof.
-“It’s Mister Doctor.”
Day 9: Beard level – Clean-shaven again.
I went to the client’s funeral. I felt I owed him that. It wasn’t the catharsis I was hoping for, but it helped.