Pictures...pictures...pictures....

Because I am so very excited, here are some pics of our home to be...assuming, of course, that the inspection goes well next week. Of course, I did not take these pictures. I was smart enough to bring my camera, but not smart enough to carry it inside and actually take photos. These are just from the listing. Like you care.

My future big front porch....can't you see my future outdoor sofa there? And flower pots? Without the snow, of course.

I'll start with this pic because when sharing my excitement the other day, I don't know how I forgot about this room because I'm awfully darn excited about it. A laundry room. A place for my washer and dryer to live together. Right now the hook up for the washer and dryer is in our current kitchen, and it's built for a stackable. M never owned a washer and dryer...he just took his clothes to his mom's house (what a man....), I own a full size washer and dryer so there was only space for one of them to move in. And we chose the dryer. It and the washer have been separated a year now, and I think they really miss each other. Jealousy and all of that. I know I miss them being able to live in my house together. And, even better, I will actually have a laundry room instead of the laundry closets I've had in the past. Yes, it apparently doesn't take much to make me happy. Just a washer and dryer. I'm now counting the remaining trips to the laundromat...which I will not miss. Nor will I miss the dirty dreadlock woman who also goes there.

This is the guest bedroom...it's a decent size and has a big walk in closet...although not as big as the master. I'm not adding the master bedroom pic because it really looks just like this one, only reversed. Quilted bedspread and all.

Upstairs bathroom.

The living room/dining room...looking towards the dining area, but you can barely tell that's a table in the background. That thing over to the left...that's my future coat closet. I know you were wondering where it was.

Living/Dining room looking towards the living room. The glass door (actually double doors, but you can't see that well in this pic) in the background leads to the room pictured below.

I think this will be my future office. M thinks it will be his future man room. We'll see. I'm not sure what to call it, they listed it as a bedroom because it has a closet (a big closet...), but it also has the only staircase in the house going upstairs, so not really a feasible bedroom.


Do you see that...? Do you know what that is...? That's my future dishwasher. Hello, dishwasher, I heart you already. And, that other thing is a trash compactor. Do we know how to use that...no.


You'll just have to picture in your mind our black appliances in the room. Or, since you don't know what they look like any black appliances you picture will do. And the future non-green countertop.


That over to the left is my future pantry...or, rather, two future pantries. With roll-out shelves. I'm excited about roll-out shelves.

And that's it.
Our future home. Hopefully.

I see organization in my future...

So...I just ordered a bunch of boxes from Uhaul.com. Why, you ask? Well, you can probably figure out why...but I'll say it any way, we're moving. And why are we moving? Because we bought a house! Yea!

I'm not sure that I can convey how happy about this I am. To have a house with space...and big rooms...and room for all of our stuff will make me feel so happy. Right now we look as though we should be on Hoarders. Okay, not the gross Hoarders where they have piles of rotten food, dead animals and poop laying around...but more the Hoarders where they have stacks of stuff. Because that's how our house looks. We have a path that we can walk around all of the stuff...and that's pretty much it. It has been absolutely driving me crazy that there was so much stuff that could not be put away because there literally is no place to put it. I still have boxes that haven't been unpacked from when I moved in a year ago (yea, that will cut back on packing...) because there was no where to put the items. It was as though the house could never be clean because the stuff was still there. And, it made me not want to clean because I knew it would never achieve a truly clean appearance. But...now we will have BIG rooms and that will be solved.

At least it better be.

Did I mention that MY master bedroom closet is absolutely huge? We were standing inside of it with the realtor. Inside of the closet hung all of the current owners clothes...they also had an open treadmill, a big desk, an open ironing board and a ladder. And a couple more people could have walked in and we still would not have been touching each other. Huge, I tell you, huge. And, if you know me you know I heart a big closet. Although I will not be using it to hold my treadmill or desk...just clothes, shoes and bags.
(No...that isn't my closet...that closet puts my future closet to shame)

The kitchen is soooo nice. Now, I don't really cook a lot, but currently our kitchen is so tiny that it's hard for two people to stand in it. There is about 18" of free countertop space. And not because it's that cluttered, but because it's that small. That makes you not want to cook. I've been getting email recipes from Kraft.com for about a year and feeling sad because I don't feel like there's room to mess with cooking anything. Now there will be. AND there's a dishwasher. I miss a dishwasher. I will not miss piles of dirty dishes because it's Marc's job to wash them and he isn't as on top of it as a dishwasher will be. I heart a dishwasher.

There's also a coat closet. I miss a coat closet. I love coats. I have many coats, but this year I just just left all but two of them in the mess of a storage closet they were in because it was way to much of a pain to climb across all of the junk in the "Man Space", dig around the storage tubs and drag them out. I heart a coat closet.

There's also a big porch...a big covered porch. I'm looking at pictures of outdoor sofas from Crate and Barrel that are so expensive that I would never buy them, but desiring them any way because I want to sit on that porch in a comfy chair and read a book. There's a deck in the back...I can't wait to have a patio table and chairs. And a yard with sun so that we can actually plant flowers. And shrubs. And bushes.

And...and...and...there's a garage. Let me tell you, having a black car that is parked outside and living on a gravel lane is not the ideal situation. You guessed it, I heart a garage.


Even the bathrooms are big. Big enough for two people (or more) to stand in at the same time. Yippee.

But to answer the question from last time...no...we were not shopping for a house then. The house hunt had been put on hold and just recently rekindled. We were shopping for something else...

Now, of course, that has been put on hold...but I won't complain, I'll take the space over the ring. Right now at least.

But McDonald's Fries are GOOD....

So...I'm reading updates of people on Facebook. My friend M's girlfriend commented about her 40 MILE BIKE RIDE. Seriously, I sometimes dread a 40 mile car ride. I don't think I could ride my bike 4 miles. M also started training for some snowboarding race. However, part of the race involves getting to the downhill portion...which means you have to go up...approximately 2 miles climbing up the side of a mountain WHILE CARRYING YOUR EQUIPMENT. He has started running to train for this. Started running. Like he didn't run before and just started. He's doing three mile runs, and logging running for an hour, etc. I don't like to walk on my treadmill for half an hour. I probably couldn't run for 3 minutes. The girlfriend that biked 40 miles, she runs too...I won't even go into her distances and times. Another friend is commenting about her five mile run and now her six mile run, and she enjoys it...like wants to do it...like addicted to it. She's running outside, and let me add she lives in IN...we have SNOW and ICE. I don't want to WALK on it, and she is running in it. It would take large sums of money to get me to go outside and run on snow and ice. Even if I could run, that is.
I'm reading this and realizing that I need to seriously up my workout routine. Like start one. Now.

So...where is all of that snow?

So...I survived the meeting and it wasn't horrible. I mean, it wasn't exactly fun, but it wasn't that terrible. I think although I was sorry that I agreed to go a day early to explore the city with my friend D, it was a good thing that I did because I haven't had a girlfriend bonding experience longer than a dinner in soooo long that it was fun. I think the combination of PMS and hating to travel made the dread of this trip far worse than any other. And, I think the fact that they didn't make us so the dumb group activities where you role play helped too. I hate those.

Regardless, the fact still remains that I need a new job. Although it is not as strong of a feeling as it was last week. With the poor economy the furniture industry was hit hard, and there are not many (usually not any...unless I want to work in a residential furniture store, and I DON'T) job listings. Last week I did find one that I wasn't sure if I was qualified for but applied any way...and this week I received an email that said: "Your application was ranked among those considered most qualified for this vacancy and has been referred to the selecting official for further consideration. You will be advised when a selection decision is made." YEAH! Then I received a second email that said: "Please disregard previous e-mail. Your application was not referred to the selecting official for further consideration because you were not among the best qualified. We do appreciate your interest in this position and encourage you to continue to visit our website for information about future vacancy announcements." Boo. But I didn't think I was qualified any way so it wasn't a surprise. Well, the first email was a surprise. Not very funny, FBI.

Now I'm sort of stuck...there are some words of dread going through my own company, and I know when I am hearing dread it must be bad because as a person who works from home you NEVER hear office gossip, and I feel I better kick it up a notch before I am kicked out. The problem then becomes that there aren't any jobs listed in my field and I'm not qualified for anything else...so what does one do? I don't know. But I better figure it out, eh? Right now I am pretty successful with my cafe in Cafe World on Facebook. But that's about all I have going on.

And last but certainly not least...guess what Marc and I looked at earlier this week? Yeah!

Cheers!

I don't want to be a grown up....

I thought my blog was becoming popular, the older entries at least. Random people were leaving random comments. I've now realized that isn't it at all, I just need to change the title of "Will the post office reimburse you for late fees" because apparently people are searching for that and ending up here. Not very informative.
I leave for Washington DC on Saturday for our annual company meeting. I'm going a day early because I've never been. I agreed to do this reluctantly, and now I wish I hadn't. I'm dreading this trip and an extra day certainly isn't helping. When I say I'm dreading this trip, it's been on my mind since Christmas and this week it's been on my mind every waking minute. I've actually been contemplating just not going and getting fired. That's how much I don't want to go and that's how unhappy I am with this job.
I probably won't do that, but it's certainly a thought that I've had more than once.
Nothing against the people that will be there, but they're really strangers who I see once a year. Some of them are very nice, some of them are very full of themselves and I'm already dreading hearing the same stories of just how awesome they are. It's long boring days full of meetings. It's nights in a hotel with a roommate (no thank-you) and I dread it every single year. I just don't want to go. I am dreading the social aspect of it because I hate situations where you are in a group of people that you don't know (and I don't really know them, it's been a year since I've seen them...and some of them I've never met) and you're forced to mingle. I don't want to. I hate having every second of my day planned from breakfast to dinner and then being expected to hang out afterward. No thank-you, I just want to go to my room. With my roommate.
I get that everyone has to do things that they don't want to go, and I will go on this trip and I will count down the nights until I get to come home and it won't be as horrible as I am thinking it will be. But when you dread trips to the degree that you just cry for days before I have to question is it worth it and the answer is very clearly no. When I drive the interstate that goes in front of the airport I feel a sense of relief that I don't have to go there. I'm now starting to completely fear flying and I don't want to do it anymore. Along with that, I'm also starting to fear driving, it's starting to freak me out for no good reason as well.
Fixing my resume now.

When did McDonald's quit serving sweet tea in the large cups?

If you owe me money for a vacation that was taken five months ago don't ask me what I want for Christmas. What I want for Christmas is my freaking money back. If you insist on a list it's only going to have one thing on it. My money. However, if it will make it look better I will list it multiple times phrasing it differently each time. And, if you owe me money for a vacation that was taken five months ago and think you're going to get a Christmas present from me, you are right, you will. A box with a note inside that says "Merry Christmas! You have received a five month interest free loan!".
Okay, not really, but that's what I would really like to do.

I have no problem with airport security. I will follow the rules, I will do what you ask of me, I have no problem with that. What I do have a problem with is lack of consistency. If you make me take off my hoodie forcing me to stand in the stupid line wearing a tank top that wasn't meant to see public with my bra straps hanging out looking completely like white trash then you darn well better make everyone else with a sweatshirt do the same thing. And, if that is the rule, make me do it everytime so I know to expect it and not wear that tanktop.

Lastly, to the jerk on the airplane....the flight attendant was not rude to you. You were just being a dumbass. When the flight is getting ready to take off you do not scream for the flight attendant's attention because you have some screwed up request to make about a drink you would like later during the flight. Especially when there isn't a beverage service because the flight is under 45 minutes/. When the flight attendant tells you to put your backpack under the seat and move your seat in the upright position after you make this request they are not being a jerk. They are making you do what everyone else is doing. Don't complain to the other flight attendatns that they were rude, and that "please and thank-you can go a long way". So can not being a dumbass. Like when we were getting off of the plane and you removed your bag from the overhead bin and knocked me in the head not once but twice and didn't apologize. Apologies can go a long way too. Or, when you then tried to close the overhead bin door (I don't know why...) and hit someone else in the head with it. Although you did apologize and your apology was clearly not accepted, it was unnecessary to explain to the other passengers it was fine that you knocked that guy in the head because he looked hard headed any way. And, by the way you are right, of course it was the airlines fault, they really should have put padding on those doors to protect others from dumbasses like you. Put some on your bag too.

Cheers.

Changes...

Right now my dinner arriving would make me really, really, really, really happy.
It's almost 8:30 and I am sitting in a stupid hotel room in Philadelphia. Which, if you know me, is one of my least favorite places to travel. It's dark. It's raining. I don't know where I am, and I refuse to go out...so, I'm waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
I've come to the realization that it might be time to change jobs. I don't enjoy my job. On top of that, I'm actually not very good at it. I'm finding a lot of things very frustrating and shady, and I'm just not into shadiness. I feel isolated. I no longer trust my boss, and if you can't trust your boss then who can you trust? Working from home is not all it's cracked up to be. I miss having friends at work. I miss leaving the house. I think that I am depressed, and working from home is certainly not helping. I think I need to leave the house and have human interaction everyday. Yes, I see Marc everyday, but not for very long since we have opposite schedules. And, I need to see people other than Marc. The problem is that I would be giving up a lot of good benefits, and I'm debating on if that is the right choice or not. I'm feeling that obviously all of this material benefits are not all that, if they were I would be happy, and they aren't making me happy. But, they do make things easier.
On top of that, I hate the travel. I don't think hate is strong enough of a word for how I feel about it. And, I dread the travel. When I have a trip coming up (a trip that involves a flight and spending nights some where...) I dread it from the moment it is booked. I then count the time down until I get to go home. And then start dreading the next trip. Right now, I'm in Philly dreading going to Detroit.
The next obstacle is that obviously this isn't a very good job market. There are zero jobs listed any where in my field. I'm fine with changing fields. I just don't feel that I'm qualified to do anything. Anything else that is.
Going back to school would be an option, but with this job that would be virtually impossible since I travel and my schedule is not consistent from week to week. Plus, I'm sort of into instant gratification, and going back to school would not give me that.
I'm also sort of stuck with location. Right now, I'm probably looking at an hour commute to get to Indy...and I'm not sure I'm feeling that.
I just don't know what to do, but something needs to change because this isn't cutting it.