May 21 2006
Girl’s Night Out
On Friday night, I went out with some friends. Big deal, you might say. Well, let me put it this way. I almost always work job #2 on Friday nights, so having a night off when I can actually sleep in the next morning is extremely rare.
Anyway, the plan was that Sparkling Butterfly, HikerGirl and I were supposed to go to this open house thingy at a jewelry store. We would pay the admission, ogle jewelry and the Chippendale dancers that were supposed to be there, and have a fabulous time. After eating a delicious dinner at a restaurant that HikerGirl was craving, we headed off to this jewelry store. Turns out it was a breast cancer benefit. I don’t have a problem with that, I think charity events are a great thing, but there were so many people there that we couldn’t get to the jewelry cases to drool on them! Plus, the Chippendales only made an appearance and were leaving when we came in. So we only stayed a short time and headed down the street to a restaurant/bar with nice club chairs and sofas and drank and talked some girl talk for a few hours. Those impromtu gatherings are what I like best, since it seems that plans, however much hyped up they are, never meet the expectations one has for a fabulous time.
In other news, this week I’m super busy at job#2, since I am the only sales clerk currently employed there. We have the 3 members of management and me, and I’m very very part time since I already have a full time job. So I’ll be working an additional night at the store during the week. I’m already Monday nights at the office, and now 2 nights during the week and Sundays at the store. Just what I need when I’m trying to move - which is in 5 days! But the extra money will be nice, even if I’m too exhausted to do anything with it.
I’m almost done packing up for the move. I quit a bit sooner than I wanted to yesterday because I ran out of bubble wrap. I have a bunch of plastic tubs that I had in the storage closet, and I’m using those to pack instead of running all over town trying to scrounge up free boxes. Tonight my roommate tells me that she had 2 of the same exact color, size and brand as the ones I have, also stored in the storage closet. You tell me this now, when I’m just about done packing? And if in fact they are yours, why the heck did you put them in the closet with mine, all nested in together, and not say anything about it until now? Did you even think to label them so we’ll know what belongs to whom? I mean, our dishes are easy. Yours are ugly, mine aren’t. But plastic tubs? So now I do have to scrounge a up a couple more boxes, because I had exaclty enough plastic tubs to finish the packing I have left to do. Just add it to my still-growing list of reasons why I will never live with a roommate ever again.
When I finally get all my stuff out of here I’m going to be ecstatic. Exhausted, but ecstatic. My apartment will be 100% my domain. No questions about what belongs to whom, no making tons of noise when I’m watching tv, no washing the part on my vacuum that is clearly labeled DO NOT WASH, no germ discrimination, no improperly washed dishes (ask me about the coffee rings in my allegedly clean mugs - and I don’t even drink coffee!). No, none of that. It will all be MINE! My mess, my silence, my properly washed and maintained dishes and appliances, and most of all, my sanity. Oh yeah, counting the hours. As of this writing, approximately 112 hours until lease signing. 
