So here's the deal:
I want to continue working. On the whole, I genuinely like my job. Granted, there are moments when I want to strangle Every Last Living Soul There (well, with an exception), but given my personality I think it's pretty good that those moments aren't the entirety of existence. Irritable? Me? Naaaaah. Never happen. I'm the very embodiment of gentle compassion. I promise.
So... if anyone's been wondering why I've been a bit more erratic than normal, this would be why. I'm not looking forward to again begging friends to help me move. Between my books, my computer gear and my doll collection, it's going to be yet another chaotic jumble of boxes.
At any rate, it's time to put the cabbit to bed. She rambles a bit when it gets this late.
- A mobile home in the same community my mom lives in has gone up for sale. Earlier fears that someone had gotten to it first proved to be wrong.
- The community requires a background check. This is in progress presently; I expect to hear back Monday or Tuesday with an all clear. I've nothing to hide anymore, after all.
- Once that's done, I'll get final specs (construction specs) on the trailer so that I can get the required homeowners insurance. Geico apparently offers it; it could be added to my existing automotive policy.
- The next step in things is going to the bank with mom. There're bonds to be cashed that're the core of the monies to pay for the trailer. No financing, outright purchase.
- Then the lease gets signed.
- And then... then the REAL fun starts: Moving.
I want to continue working. On the whole, I genuinely like my job. Granted, there are moments when I want to strangle Every Last Living Soul There (well, with an exception), but given my personality I think it's pretty good that those moments aren't the entirety of existence. Irritable? Me? Naaaaah. Never happen. I'm the very embodiment of gentle compassion. I promise.
So... if anyone's been wondering why I've been a bit more erratic than normal, this would be why. I'm not looking forward to again begging friends to help me move. Between my books, my computer gear and my doll collection, it's going to be yet another chaotic jumble of boxes.
At any rate, it's time to put the cabbit to bed. She rambles a bit when it gets this late.