27 February
So, yesterday was the Big Move!
I only moved about ten feet, but I needed boxes anyway. Five boxes. Big boxes. I think I had too much crap in my cubicle.
Anyway, I spent half the day dragging shit into that horrible little room, and complaining loudly. Actually, I spent the whole day complaining loudly. People kept coming into our little room, and saying "Why, this isn't so bad! This is really cute!" and The Raccoon and I would start chorusing that there wasn't enough room and there were no shelves and that the walls were the ugliest colour in the world!
My personal complaint was that it's as dark as a coalmine in there--I need one of those helmets with a lantern in it. This is partially my perception, since I am the kind of person who turns on every light in every room she's in, and still complains, but The Raccoon agreed that it was in fact pretty dim in there, small recessed window in the corner notwithstanding.
Liza, at one point, remarked that she had never heard me talk quite so much before! I said "Yeah, I needed bringing out of my shell, that's why they made us move!"
The one good thing after we moved was the fact that my phone did not work for most of the day. I mean, it rang, but I couldn't make any calls out on it.
It had decided that every single button was a redial button, so it would only dial over and over again that last call that I had made the night before, which was to one of my credit card companies, which was fortunately a recorded message.
I was very glad that it wasn't a friend of mine, because I would have accidentally called them about twenty times!
Finally, around 4p or so, it was fixed, and I said "I changed my mind! I liked it better broken! I don't want to be able to call people back!"
Since I spent so much time on the move, I cut the Friday checks later than usual. I was sitting at the front desk for the receptionist at 4.30p, when I saw The Grand Poobah leave, so I called The Sales Rep King.
"You're not planning on leaving soon, are you?"
"Yes, I'm leaving right now."
"But, but, but, I have to cut a $30,000 check and a $6,000 check, and you're the only one left to do the second signature, and they have to go out today in the FedEx!"
"No, I have to go right now!"
"But the $30,000 check is for taxes, and they have to receive it by Monday! O, PLEASE don't leave!! Give me ten minutes!"
"Okay, I have to go to the drugstore, meet me in the lobby in ten minutes."
So I got someone to take over the desk (and, passing by the man in question on my way back to my horrible little room, asked "Would you consider signing two blank checks? He demurred.) and I entered the invoices and cut the checks and I was flying around like a rhesus monkey, and I ran down to the lobby to meet him, but he wasn't there, so I went out onto the street and watched the corner for him to appear like Lassie waiting outside the school, and I saw him at last, so I ran up the block to meet him (think the return of Ashley in Gone With the Wind) and he signed the checks and went home.
I have never actually had to chase someone down the street to get them to sign a $30,000 check before, but such is the lot of Accounts Payable.
At the end of the day, I decided to look on the bright side of the Horrid Little Room With the Ugly Walls.
1. We noticed that we get better radio reception.
2. People won't be behind me all the time. Except for The Raccoon, but not every single person in the company every time they happen to wander past.
3. We are so off the beaten path that it's pretty unlikely that my Kleenex box will get stolen again.
And then I unpacked one of my five boxes! On the very day that I moved in! Nobody tell Cynthia, or she'll have unreasonable expectations about when I'll get those boxes out of her half of the basement!
I know that all good things must end someday, autumn leaves must fall and all that, but this is still pretty depressing. On a par with Kim Rollins ending her journal, but since I still have hope that Kim will eventually start up again, this is actually worse, since I think that this is probably really the end.
Some might say that she had ended her journal before and come back, but she has always stopped due to outside forces before, and this is her herself deciding that she has nothing more to say and no desire to say it, and how can you argue with that?
Of course, I would be thrilled to be wrong.
Goodbye, Beth, it's been fun reading you for this past year. Thanks for sharing that much with us--you're a really great writer.
Today's horoscope:
This is a day to flow with peace within. Retreat to the seashore, mountains or a private space to meditate, pray, or quietly relax.
One year ago today:
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