Tonight dinner consisted of three strong margarita’s. No particular reason, just kinda the way things worked out. Besides, moving furniture around is thirsty work. Yeah, I decided to do it. Tyler and I talked about it but I wouldn’t pull the trigger to make it happen. Tonight I decided that I couldn’t take it any longer and I rearranged the couch and moved my desk into the living room.
Why? Well, let me explain. Not that there’s any reason for me to do so. I spend a lot of time on the computer when I’m at home and my computer was in the small bedroom that looks out on the parking lot. This was doubly bad because one, I’m spending all my time in the smallest room of my apartment and two, I’ve got this nice lake out back that I can’t see from the back bedroom. So now I can see the lake and I don’t feel near as clostrophobic. I’m sure that when Tasha moves in she’ll hate it and I’ll move it back, but for now I’m more happy this way. (Happier, yes I know, that was intentional. Sheesh, you people.)
I put some pictures of the new layout on Picasa, you can see them here.
Word has it that they’ll be letting everyone know on Monday when they’re last day is… um, Tasha, not me. My job is safe… I think… probably… sure, no worries. This weekend I get to do my first on-call. I’ll be on-call for all of western Michigan. I don’t expect that anything will come in, but I sure wouldn’t turn down the overtime. OT would be sweet. Today was one of those days where I busted my ass trying to get everything done only to find out that I’d busted my ass for nothing. Which is both a good feeling and a frustrating feeling. It’s good to bust a little ass and feel like you’ve done a solid days work. It’s not so good when you rush around to make time for something only to find out when you get there that it’s been sent to another vendor and that you really didn’t have to rush at all. Ah well, such is life.
I’m going to finish on that note. Later.