Life In a New Town

Well I thought that the moving would be the hard part, and it was hard. I am still unpacking because even though I had five full days to finish it I totally didn't. Things are mostly put away except the pile of 8 boxes in my bedroom. Oh well I will get that done on Saturday.

I started my new job on Monday. It is probably the most horrible job I have ever had. While it is almost the same job I had before, it is far worse. I knew that some things would be different, but I just didn't think that it would be this bad. I know I can be overly dramatic sometimes, but now isn't one of them. I have never been "corrected" for doing things that I know for a fact are right before in my life. These people have no clue how to run their business and it drives me insane. To top it off I feel like I have no one to talk to there. All of the people there are just irritating. I have this weekend off work so I am spending it applying for new jobs and fine tuning my resume.

Other than the job part of my life, I am actually doing pretty well. The move went smooth enough, the girlfriend is happy to not have a long distance relationship again (as am I), I forgot how much I missed about living alone, I have a washer and dryer that don't take quarters for the first time in 7 years, and I got my internet installed and it costs me half as much as it has for the last 3 years. I can't think about the last one too much or I will realize how much money I wasted (just did $720). Except for the money thing those are all good things.

Time to Move

Well today I being a two day process of moving to the new place in Cleveland. I will have live in a even smaller place and have to be on a strict budget. I know it sounds to good to be true. I have to get used to having no cable and I won't have internet until Friday. So I have to get used to network TV and reading for the next few days while I unpack. Saturday we are heading back to BG for the night to go out one last time. This is another one of those times were I have been told I must get drunk. Last time I heard that was on my birthday, and that didn't turn out so well (meaning I throw up a lot). Oh well I guess once every six months won't kill me.