Personal Perestróĭka

I am at my parent’s house. I now I have no job and no place to live. Starting from scratch, oh yeah. I am very bruised and exhausted. It’s cold in this house and everyone is in a bad mood. Oh home. Few days of errands and chilling and next stop Tennessee. Okay, well maybe a couple stops in between.

Friends who help you move are great, friends who help you move bodies are better (so I’ve heard) but friends who bring you klonopin when you are moving are the BEST of friends. (You know who you are, you are love.)

It’s coming. And soon!

EEEEEEEEEE!

You know what would be fun? If I talked about something that wasn’t moving. HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Um, let’s see. I was downloading music tonight and I found someone who had a bunch of old 40s cowboy ballads and Mae West other weird crap. While browsing his folders I discovered he also had a ton of gay porn. And bunch of other weird stuff. Including a folder marked “interesting pictures” full of subfolders with names like “condoms” and “foreign penis.” I did not bother looking in them. Yikes.

Yes, that’s all I got right now that isn’t work or moving related. It’ll be so cool when I start being interesting again.

So I feel I’m doing the world a disservice if I don’t document, at least for my own memory, the hilarity of my little sister. This weekend, while walking around the mall with my mom and I, she was detailing the the new set of rules at her jr. high school. These rules are called “S.C.O.O.T.” short for I can’t remember what, but basically it boils down to, you must walk on the right-hand side of the hallway and let people pass you and don’t stop and block traffic. Yeah, no shit they made RULES for this, cause 13 year olds don’t have enough shit to worry about, they need detention for not following traffic rules in the hall. *rolls eyes* Any way it led to this conversation:

Mom: “Oh good because what you all need is more oppresive rules.”
Sister: “Well personally I think the no nunchaku rule is way more oppressive than S.C.O.O.T.”

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Work is barely tolerable, even knowing I’m leaving. The fact is I still have to be here for 6.5 more days and it’s totally unbearable. Plus putting together details so I can leave? Makes MORE work for me. And trying to find a temp to replace me? WTF? They sent me a resume for a good candidate, but the asking price for her AS A TEMP is $5k more than I make a year for a position that has duties much reduced from what I do? Uh, no. Seriously, if she’s temping she should not be expecting to make what she was making at her previous permanent position.

Full-blown moving panic attack. Yes, bordering on hysteria. How will I ever get all this stuff done? Yes, I know if I was doing anything on my list instead of posting here I’d probably be getting a lot closer to done, but I’m not, I’m just FREAKING OUT.

Seriously, I’ve moved more than half a dozen times. It doesn’t ever not happen. It’ll all work out this time because it always does. RIGHT? RIGHT? RIGHT?

Like a chicken with my head cut off. JUST STUPID.