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I'm moving
Oct. 24th, 2011 11:02 amMy new apartment is only two doors down, so it's going to be a lot of filling boxes, taking them to the new place, emptying the boxes and then taking the boxes back and doing it again. The office called today and asked when we were going to be out of this place and I told her that no one had told us when we were getting into the new one. She said we'll get the keys tomorrow.
I feel really weird about this move because I'm used to thinking about moving, deciding to move, finding a place, moving, and cleaning up the old place with at least a month between the beginning and end of the process. We've asked about other apartments before, but every time we were told we would have to wait until our lease was up or that the waiting list for other 3 bedroom apartments was three years long. But last Monday my husband stopped by the office to say out bathroom fan had died and he come back with applications for moving.
We will have a week to move. I am so glad I planned vacation for this week. (Originally it was to get Halloween costumes finished.)
It's all dizzying.
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And for the first time, I regretted learning to make corsages and boutonnieres. Two high schools withing five miles of my store had homecomings on Saturday, but my floral manager had gotten the week wrong, so we had extra coverage last week, but not enough this one. I stood in the kiosk making corsages and bouts for nine hours straight (I took a early break but didn't get a lunch) while the floral department fell to wreck and ruin. I'd finally catch up, but then something would happen to put me behind (like a corsage that was supposed to have purple dyed roses was made with white and had to be fixed). As I finished the last bout, fifteen minutes before I was scheduled to go home, a mother came in asking if we had any extra corsages, so I made her one. Saturday was one of those days that makes you need a vacation. Good thing I had one coming.
I feel really weird about this move because I'm used to thinking about moving, deciding to move, finding a place, moving, and cleaning up the old place with at least a month between the beginning and end of the process. We've asked about other apartments before, but every time we were told we would have to wait until our lease was up or that the waiting list for other 3 bedroom apartments was three years long. But last Monday my husband stopped by the office to say out bathroom fan had died and he come back with applications for moving.
We will have a week to move. I am so glad I planned vacation for this week. (Originally it was to get Halloween costumes finished.)
It's all dizzying.
( Book Reviews )
And for the first time, I regretted learning to make corsages and boutonnieres. Two high schools withing five miles of my store had homecomings on Saturday, but my floral manager had gotten the week wrong, so we had extra coverage last week, but not enough this one. I stood in the kiosk making corsages and bouts for nine hours straight (I took a early break but didn't get a lunch) while the floral department fell to wreck and ruin. I'd finally catch up, but then something would happen to put me behind (like a corsage that was supposed to have purple dyed roses was made with white and had to be fixed). As I finished the last bout, fifteen minutes before I was scheduled to go home, a mother came in asking if we had any extra corsages, so I made her one. Saturday was one of those days that makes you need a vacation. Good thing I had one coming.
