It's weird
I woke up this morning knowing that everything I own is in this room with me. Well, nearly everything. Obviously my car is in the garage. And there are three bins of things and some pieces of furniture in my old bedroom that are technically my stuff, but will likely remain in my parent's possession for the duration. But basically everything that will come with me when I move out is in this bedroom. It's in three boxes (one of which is entirely Lego sets), and two Comic Con bags. The Doctor Who bag contains knitting stuff and the Mythbusters bag contains all of my reusable bags, as I will likely be using them to move instead of boxes. I've discovered that my car is much smaller and more awkwardly shaped than it appears. Boxes do not fit in it as well as I'd hoped, so I'll have to use bags. Luckily, I have amassed quite the collection. Everything from small grocery store bags to giant Comic Con totes and all manner of sizes in between.
The dumpster outside of my aunt's house is nearly filled. I had that much stuff. After keeping some, donating a great deal, and shredding everything with personal information, I still nearly filled a dumpster. Holy crap.
In other news, still no word from Florida. However, some things have developed that would make staying here okay. Apparently, one of my coworkers is likely moving to Texas in the next few months, leaving a team lead position at my store open. I'm going to talk to my supervisor about possibly getting moved into that position when she vacates it. It's not that I don't like my job... I actually really love it... but it's easier to move up from team lead than my current position. Bonus: the coworker moving to Texas is one of the two twunty ones I've complained so much about.
Also, this Alex thing is weird. I don't know what's going on with that. All I know is that my "He'll start hanging out with the other girl after rehearsals" theory is proving quite incorrect. So far, he's called or carried on lengthy text conversations with me every night after rehearsal, usually on his way home or right when he's gotten home. I mean, sure, he could be somewhere other than his house, but, even if he was, why would he be calling and texting me if he's out with other people? I'm trying very hard not to get my hopes up about this, but it's really difficult not to wonder about it. However, I am going to pursue other options. I think I may have been asked on a date by one of my coworkers, so there's that. And I was hanging out with my brother and his friends last night and one of them, Regina, knows a guy she wants to set me up with who's 25, really smart, and a Star Wars/Trek nerd. We'll see how that goes. And, if I move to Florida, chances are I'll be living with my aunt's sister and her wife for the first couple of weeks, and they are just dying to show me around the Orlando gay scene. Yay lesbians!
And now, because I can't think of a better note on which to end an entry than "Yay lesbians!" I'm going to work.
The dumpster outside of my aunt's house is nearly filled. I had that much stuff. After keeping some, donating a great deal, and shredding everything with personal information, I still nearly filled a dumpster. Holy crap.
In other news, still no word from Florida. However, some things have developed that would make staying here okay. Apparently, one of my coworkers is likely moving to Texas in the next few months, leaving a team lead position at my store open. I'm going to talk to my supervisor about possibly getting moved into that position when she vacates it. It's not that I don't like my job... I actually really love it... but it's easier to move up from team lead than my current position. Bonus: the coworker moving to Texas is one of the two twunty ones I've complained so much about.
Also, this Alex thing is weird. I don't know what's going on with that. All I know is that my "He'll start hanging out with the other girl after rehearsals" theory is proving quite incorrect. So far, he's called or carried on lengthy text conversations with me every night after rehearsal, usually on his way home or right when he's gotten home. I mean, sure, he could be somewhere other than his house, but, even if he was, why would he be calling and texting me if he's out with other people? I'm trying very hard not to get my hopes up about this, but it's really difficult not to wonder about it. However, I am going to pursue other options. I think I may have been asked on a date by one of my coworkers, so there's that. And I was hanging out with my brother and his friends last night and one of them, Regina, knows a guy she wants to set me up with who's 25, really smart, and a Star Wars/Trek nerd. We'll see how that goes. And, if I move to Florida, chances are I'll be living with my aunt's sister and her wife for the first couple of weeks, and they are just dying to show me around the Orlando gay scene. Yay lesbians!
And now, because I can't think of a better note on which to end an entry than "Yay lesbians!" I'm going to work.