Ah, that wonderful little eye twitch is back, letting me know that I am too stressed.  One of the main culprits: the apartment search that Mr. W and I have begun.  You wouldn’t think it would be all that hard to find a bedroom that will both accommodate a queen bed and provide a closet.  At least, we didn’t.  Ah, the naivety.

We looked at one apartment on Saturday that boasted 3 bedrooms.  “Sweet!” I exclaimed, seeing that it was in our price range and in a great location.  “There has to be something wrong with it,” Mr. W stated.  We get in there… the living area and kitchen are nice.  We see one bedroom, kinda small.  Second bedroom is a little bigger.  There are no closets, however.  The lady points out a small closet off the kitchen.  “Where’s the third bedroom?” Mr. W asks.  She takes us to the other end of the apartment where the bedroom is and, I am not even exaggerating, it’s 6×6.  The tenant has been using that room as a closet.  Naturally.

We are looking at one apartment right now that isn’t perfect, but has a lot of the things we want.  Big bedrooms with good closet space, a/c, the laundry room is practically in unit, and it’s so freakin’ cheap our budget would do a happy dance.  Only two problems: it’s a garden, and the ceilings are really low–like 6’5″ low.  It’s fine for us, but there are a couple places where if my father or brother were to visit they would have to duck their heads.  Secondly the floor is a little uneven in places, like the middle of the building is settling at a slightly faster rate than the sides.  We’re still looking, but I keep thinking about the extra money in that budget…

[Updated to add: We are taking the garden apartment.  The eye tic seems to have lessened.]

Also, you may or may not have noticed an increase in posts on this site.  With Mr. W’s help, I have finally learned how the import posts process works on this thing, so every public post that was on LiveJournal is now over here.  It’s nice having everything in one place again.

So I did the dishes last night.  Take that.  And I cleaned a little and started packing up Tim’s DVDs.  Oh yes, I am on fire.  Today I’m going to paint my bathroom and hopefully start on painting my bedroom, while finishing packing Tim’s movie collection.  Paige is coming over tonight, and I’m sure I will rope her into doing a thing or two.

I’ve been feeling overwhelmed with the whole moving thing lately, but taking actionary steps really helps to settle my nerves.  I must remember that.  I also feel fortunate, just in life-in-general.  Of course, there is a thing or two I’d change if it were within my power, but I feel like I’m making the most of what I have.  And that’s not so bad.

I was listening to BBC News today and heard about a man who, instead of helping a dying woman on the street, peed on her.  Needless to say, it made me sad.  And on a lighter note (that was a really bad pun that you’ll get in a second) I read about a 900-lb man that needed cut from his house in order to receive medical attention.  I’ll admit that I watched the video clip hoping to get a glimpse of the guy.  I’m a horrible person.  (But not as bad as that peeing guy.)  My mind can’t even fathom 900 pounds of person.

In theory, I have a job interview.  Just as soon as the lady calls me back to finalize the day and time.  We’ve been playing phone tag, thanks to my irregular sleeping habits.  This job would be weekdays.  And it would pay more.  Cross your fingers for me, will you?  

Come September I will have been at my current job for two years.  I found out yesterday that at that time I will receive 10 whole days of vacation time.  Well gaww-ly!  I’m not gonna know what to do with myself.  I guess that’s a lie–I know exactly what to do with myself.  Not come in to work, that’s what.  Anything in addition to that is gravy.

In housing news, Tim and I have begun our apartment search.  We’re looking in a couple different areas of Chicago, one at which Paige is also looking.  That would be awesome to get an apartment in close proximity to her.  Obviously, seeing as we’re looking at Chicago apartments, we decided not to move forward with San Diego.  At least, not right now.  We’re thinking we’ll give Chicago one more year, and then try somewhere new.  Possibly San Diego.  Possibly somewhere else.  Lately we’ve both been feeling that we aren’t really doing anything here.  Working jobs that we, at best, feel blah about.  Tim needs to move eventually to work in his chosen field, while I basically just want an adventure.  I’ll admit it.

In a chat regarding the pros of living in San Diego…
Teri: “Plus there are tons of military men there.  Teri likey the military men.”
Steph: “You’ll always know where you stand with them.”
Teri: “Yep.  No defining needed.  And if they don’t call after a date, I can just tell myself they were deployed.”

I worked last night by myself because Sam and New-Guy-Eric both needed the night off to go to various weddings.  Of course, last night was a bunch of sold-out craziness.

I somehow managed to screw up a guest’s account so badly that I couldn’t: add or subtract anything from the charges, record that the guest paid me cash, or check the guest out.  I finally left it as it was and waited for the three morning shift people to come in.  None of them knew a.) how I managed to do what I did, or b.) how to fix it.

In addition, I ran the audit nearly 3 hours later than I was supposed to due to the busyness, the guest from the above paragraph, and the fact that I couldn’t get anything to balance.  Extremely frustrated, I cried in front of Mike-the-Bellman, who went through everything and finally helped me balance.  He then went out and surprised me with an iced mocha to try and cheer me up.  That part was nice.  Made me cry again.  (Being a girl sucks.)

I’ll definitely get woken up today with a call from the General Manager in which he says, “Teri, you’re driving me crazy” a couple times.  It’s been a while since I had one of those.

Oh, and I also managed to crash the hotel software system.  We had to reboot all the computers before it magically came back online.  I’m kind of impressed with that one though.