A Touch of Crazy...

There are times that I look at my life and the only thought that comes to mind is "I really must be crazy..." Not because of anything other than the sheer overwhelming aspect of the things I bring upon myself. I have always wanted to be one of those old women who has so many stories of things I have done, places I have gone, and people I have cared for, that the reaction is "when did you have time to do it all?!" So, knowing that is one of my goals, it is no surprise that I create situations much like the next month of my life!

I found out about two months ago, that I was going to be a product of cutbacks come December. Being young, and owning virtually no furniture (including an actual bed), I figured now was as good a time as any to once again embark on all the possibilities the world has to offer. I began applying to jobs all over the country.. literally. I applied for roughly 70+ jobs.... And, for anyone who has never filled out an online job application they take FOREVER, and it is the same information over and over, asking the same thing "Why are you perfect for us?" When the answer is the same every time "Because, I'm me."

I heard back from 12 places saying "thanks, but no thanks."However, I did hear from a job near Washington, DC asking me to come for an interview. So, I packed up and took the 3 hour trek for the interview... deathly ill taking as much medicine as I could get my hands on without overdosing! The interview went well and I was pleasantly surprised at how nice everyone was. I waited for about a week in a half before hearing back that I was the top candidate and they were able to give me a fantastic benefits package as well as the pay I would need to handle the massive jump in cost of living!

So, I accepted the job and start in just over 2 weeks...Meaning, I have to train people at my current job on the various tasks I do, finish the last 2 weeks of my class, start a new class, pack, find an apartment, move, and begin a new job all in the just over 2 weeks.... I have decided I may or may not be insane!

So, here I go, moving.... again.

Really I am crazy, I know.

~K

Daily Geometry

One of the negatives of being a single woman is the lack of having a strong man to do things around the house for you... I mean there are certain things I can con my guy friends into coming and doing, especially if I offer a payment of food. However, there are instances when because of timing there just are no guys around to help, and since I am a perfectly capable woman, I attempt to tackle tasks on my own... This is one example:


A friend so wonderfully went and picked up a new mattress, box spring, and frame that was being given to me for FREE! He unloaded it into my living room (which in fact took up all the free space) for me to then take care of when I got home from work. Now, to help paint the picture, I live upstairs in a loft at my house. I LOVE it, but it certainly is a challenge getting things that are decently large up the stairwell because of the angles and width of the stairs. So, while no one else was home I decide to commence getting the mattress upstairs by myself. First, I removed all the pictures off the wall, cause I knew I would end up taking them out and somehow destroying them. 


First, I try sliding the mattress standing tall through the door, which worked perfectly, until I had to turn AND begin acceding the steps.. The height of the door prevented me from also going up the steps, and no amount of body slamming or attempting to fold the mattress would work. Start over. 


Second, I flip the mattress horizontal and think maybe it will be easier to get the angle right using the height and the lack of width of the mattress. Mind you, I was not the best at geometry, and angles, while I can understand the basic concept, I have never been the best at figuring them out ahead of time. I tend much more towards having to figure it out as I go, and can see what the problem is or is not in the midst of it. 


So, I commence to bending the mattress in order to get it around the corner and up a couple steps, then I have to take turns going to the top, pulling over the step, going below it and pushing with... what else than my hips! haha I repeated the pull/hip check process the entire way up the stairs because there are no handles on the mattress, and since my steps are painted they are rather sticky when it comes to sliding things over them. Once I got the mattress upstairs and put in its place, I realized... There is NO possible way I will be able to get the box spring upstairs... especially without help. I did end up disassembling the frame and carrying the pieces upstairs.


However, the box spring is currently still leaned against the wall waiting until my roomie and I can figure out how to disassemble it and carry the pieces upstairs... We are women.. Hear us roar?... OR, maybe just watch us do things in an incredibly round about way.. haha


~K

Moving...

I don't know how many times you have moved recently, but, apparently I have ADD when it comes to staying put. I love change, but I realized not long ago that maybe I should consider staying put for a while. Let me share a bit about the math that is my apparent affinity for moving...

During my college years I moved to and from school 4 times, then to and from camp 4 times.. If you do the math, that's 16 moves in 4 years alone, not including moving home for the holidays.

However, In the 3 years since college, I am getting ready to make my 7th move. Meaning I have packed everything I own into too many boxes, trying to cram way too much into my car... only to move it to a new location and unpack it... and then not be able to find ANYTHING for weeks even though I marked every box. I have moved 4 times in the last year in a half alone... Not to mention, I have painted and re-painted way too many walls in the last couple years..

Now might be a good time to mention, I do not own a bed, nor any couches or tables. I sleep on an oversized air-mattress, and have lived with girls who have enough furniture that it does not matter what I do or don't have. However, based on the reactions I have gotten, you would think it is the worst thing ever that I do not actually own a bed. When someone acts like I am too poor to afford a bed, I graciously try explaining to them the scenario that is my life...

How in the world would a girl possibly move a regular mattress (probably a queen size) and a box spring, plus a bed and frame all by herself?! Did I mention, I lived on the third floor for 8 months, and currently live down a flight of stairs.. and am moving into the upstairs of another house in less than a week. I don't care HOW comfortable the bed is, it is NOT worth that much work. I am perfectly content to deflate my bed, stick it in the backseat and air it back up with the flip of a switch wherever my destination takes me next... haha

Oh moving how I love to hate thee...

~K