Sunday, March 22, 2015

That White Girl’s Alive–Part Two

As I mentioned last time, I’ve had some recent developments in my life. Although, all developments I listed in my last post do not warrant their own post, they do warrant elaboration.

List from last post:

  1. I’m still alive

  2. Work has been chaos and has been eating up all my time

  3. I graduated from school (eeeep!)

  4. The Boy moved in (double eeeep!)

  5. I lost internet at home for 5 long weeks

  6. I just got internet back

1. I am still alive. Unfortunately, I lost my URL because I didn’t have it on auto-renew. Even though that hurts me on the inside, it certainly hasn’t and won’t actually kill me.

2. Work has been busy and will continue to be busy for the next little while but now has a different kind of pressure and deadline. We completed one big project, but now are dealing with the aftermath of it and cleaning up after ourselves. We’re also expecting some auditors in at the end of the year, so we need to be prepared for that and make sure that we in fact adequately cleaned up after ourselves.

3. I graduated from school and this warrants its own post, so I won’t go into any detail now other than to say, I did it.

4. The Boy officially moved in. In the 8 months we’ve been seeing each other, we’ve basically been living together for 5 months. Right around Thanksgiving, he stopped going home much and was spending most of his time here. I eventually gave him a key.

ThatWhiteGirl - goings ons - the boy gets a key and then never leaves again

In January, we had the conversation about him officially moving in. It didn’t make sense for him to be paying rent to his room-mate for a place he doesn’t live in and he wanted to be able to help me with the bills instead. So, he gave his room-mate notice and intended to vacate as of March 1st. Over the next few weeks, he slowly started bringing stuff over. As the end of February grew closer, the loads got bigger.

With me being busy at work and not being around to help organize and go through stuff, the boxes simply piled up and remained unopened. Once work slowed down enough that I had an available brain cell, I was overwhelmed by the chaos and was minutes away from completely losing my mind. The Boy may or may not have heard all about it. Multiple times.

ThatWhiteGirl - goings ons - boxes of shit everywhere - losing my mind

I ended up taking the past week off work and we spent most of that time dealing with the chaos, so now the majority of stuff has been sorted, stored, given away etc. The place is starting to resemble a home again instead of this mess:

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5. The internet was being provided by my upstairs neighbour. Once the landlord moved out, his cousin moved in and continued to give the tenants internet. Over the years, the other tenants lost their privileges and eventually I was the only tenant left with this grandfathered perk.

When The Boy brought his computers over, I gave him the internet password and he promptly went to town on it. My upstairs neighbour promptly changed the password and I promptly lost my free internet. I called the service provider for my land line and requested internet be added. They had a fantastic bundle that would end up costing me all of $15 more a month.

And then, it took them over 4 weeks to get their shit together; I had to contact them 3 times in order for them to actually ship the modem out. And then I got my bill.

ThatWhiteGirl - goings ons - internet peeps charging me the whole time

6. Moral of the story, I now have internet, even though it was a pain in the ass and the longest 4.5 weeks of my life. Luckily, I had a work-issued smartphone and was able to pilfer internet access through that data plan.

That basically covers everything from the last post, aside from the graduation, which will soon follow.

Met up with a friend the other day for lunch; the following conversation occurred:

ThatWhiteGirl - goings ons - I'm happy for you, but...

ThatWhiteGirl - goings ons - you don't have any funny stories

ThatWhiteGirl - goings ons - no more horrible dating stories

ThatWhiteGirl - goings ons - I'm sorry but your life is boring

Thanks LC. Although (I hope) you’re right about the lack of terrible dating stories in the future, I sure hope to prove you wrong about being boring and not having any good stories left to tell.

3 comments:

  1. I see the dating lack of stories as an opportunity for other aspects of your life to get the attacks they deserve, like cable promises that aren't followed through! Kill White Kill!

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  2. I've been married for almost 4 years now and I think it's fair to say that I'm never at a lack of interesting or funny stories. It just won't be about dating anymore (unless it's reminiscing like last week).

    Also, I think that's pretty much how the wife and I moved in together. I just stopped going home after a few months. Then we both talked about it and said, well, it's kinda stupid for me to go home and pay rent for a place I'm not staying in anyway... right?

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  3. Anon - I got 'em. Oh yes, I got 'em.

    Beer - I figure once you're over 25, that's probably how it happens for most folks!

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