First the Bad...

So the past couple of days, my boss has been on me about moving. See, he's moving too, and has decided to give me his dining room table and chairs (which is a good thing, a fine thing, and a noble thing, all wrapped up in one). So. So now he's pestering me about when I'm going to get it. And I have no answer for him, for several reasons. One, I have to find something to get it with (though honestly, that is a smaller problem than one would think, there's a way around everything). Two, I have enough other crap to deal with that this only sets off the stress freak-out cascade (which is the real problem). Though I should point out that I don't have nearly as much as I did, I'm making progress (but that'll be a separate post).

And it's funny, because he's somewhat stressed about moving, but not very, because well, he's got a wife, and their whole family to help. So yeah, he doesn't have boxes yet either, but it's okay, because it'll get done even if he's dealing with some other part of it, see? Is this his fault? I mean, I chose to live here, it's not like my family all upped and moved far away, that was all me. I think I'd just appreciate some understanding is all, instead of getting teased about how exhausted and stressed I seem to be.

Oh,and my other boss just keeps saying how he doesn't get it, it's not like I have to move a family or anything, it's just me and my stuff. 'Course, coming from someone who can afford to get movers and go on vacation during it, this has slightly less weight. But you know, I'm working overtime, commuting home, have 5 hours of time to paint/get things ready/pack, then sleep for 5 hours and repeat. Geez, no, can't imagine why I might be tired all the time. The funny thing is that I'm not that bothered by the situation itself anymore, I just wish I wouldn't get crap about it from my bosses. Let them believe that I've already moved and that everything is fine. Seriously.

Then comes the Good

Well, the truly good is that the new place is indeed coming along nicely. Yeah, there are imperfections, and yeah, there are areas that I could maybe fix, but overall, it's looking really, really good. Last weekend my uncle showed up with powertools and stuff and put in a new floor. It was really impressive to watch. And I do mean watch. I mean, I tried to help, but there was very little for me to do. He's just good at what he does. So there's some finishing touches left to be done, but it looks absolutely fantabulous! (though I do need to wash it, so it'll look even more fantabulous shortly) He was right though, littlefrogling and I would never have been able to do this on our own, even if we'd rented power tools. We would've gotten to the exceptionally complicated multi-angles door area and stopped, cried, then committed ritual suicide. Okay, *maybe* that's an exaggeration, but seriously, my uncle worked his ass off putting this floor in, and all credit goes to him.

The painting is mostly done, and the colors work pretty well together. I still have some minor doubts about the brightness of the kitchen, but, well, for anyone who saw it before it was destroyed by me, you know how it was kind of dim in the apartment? Not so anymore. You might need sunglasses to look in the kitchen, actually. Even in the partially completed stage everything looks good. I still haven't worked out the furniture arrangement, but all in good time.

So this weekend... painting & putting in the quarter rounds around the floor. Packing. Moving kitchen stuff, probably. And there are more worker bees being tapped for their usefulness. Yeah baby! I love my friends, I really do. And not just because they're beautiful. If I get enough done, maybe I'll even be able to catch a movie. Yeah!!!

There has to be an Ugly, doesn't there?

Um... I think I forgot to eat or throw out some strawberries astrophysicat bought when she was here. I bet that's pretty damn ugly by now...

Or we could go with laundry. Laundry is almost always ugly.