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Acts of Organisation
Aug. 24th, 2007 10:20 amLast night I went over to [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]'s soon-to-be-former place to help her pack, bringing with me the goodness that is four of the boxes we get paper in at work. Yes, my usual box karma was in force, meaning there was a stash of them piling up in the storeroom that people were forgettig to put out in the trash. Yay! I ended up packing and cleaning her kitchen, plus running down to get more boxes from behind the Macdonalds, which are pretty good about just flattening them and stacking them nicely so you can just go through and take your pick. ;)
It's weird. Most people I know hate packing and moving house. Me? I actually enjoy it. Perhaps not so much the hauling stuff down and up stairs part (or the part where I probably will be driving a mini-van through Toronto, gah! Don't worry Rach, I'll get the gah out of my system now and I'll be fine ;) ), but the packing things up, tossing out crap, cleaning things you know you won't actually touch again... it's soothing, in a weird way. Perhaps because it's the epitome of my organised brain, perhaps because this is how I grew up, packing and moving and unpacking, perhaps because I'm some weird freak of nature, but an evening spent putting Rachel's kitchen into boxes was actually the best therapy I've had all week, and I came home, hot and sticky and desperate for a shower, but relaxed in a way I haven't been for a couple of weeks now. So I probably should thank Rachel for giving me the chance to wind down like that. ;)
Of course, given I'm helping two sets of people move over two weekends, my love of moving may be put to the test.
I spotted a long, low bookshelf outside one of the houses on Runnymede. It'd fit nicely, I think, along the wall between the kitchen and the living room. And if it didn't fit there, it would have been great for my room. Too bad it was too big for me to manhandle home - it's probably gone by now.
Yes, I still think like a student when it comes to furnishing places. *wry*
Trying to work out my budget for the next couple of weeks. I have rent and bills due at the end of the month, plus my metropass. That's $750. I also have to have $100 for Cirque Del Soliel (sp?), which I'm going to with the roomie and his parents on the 1st. I get paid $530 a week, just got paid yesterday and have one more pay before things are due. Yep, it's going to be tight, especially since I'm out of shampoo, conditioner and on my last set of contact lenses - those might have to go on the credit card, as much as I am loath to use it - and food, since you know, eating's a good thing to do, or so I'm told. ;)
Band Night might be an evening of water and one beer, I'm thinking. :P But yeah, good thing I'd planned on a quiet week already, huh?
I emailed Sharon about the interview yesterday, but haven't heard from her yet. I'm tempted to spend this week updating my job searches and actually applying for things - I can't keep going from pay to pay like this, especially when any time I need days off, I'm paying for it for weeks later.
It's weird. Most people I know hate packing and moving house. Me? I actually enjoy it. Perhaps not so much the hauling stuff down and up stairs part (or the part where I probably will be driving a mini-van through Toronto, gah! Don't worry Rach, I'll get the gah out of my system now and I'll be fine ;) ), but the packing things up, tossing out crap, cleaning things you know you won't actually touch again... it's soothing, in a weird way. Perhaps because it's the epitome of my organised brain, perhaps because this is how I grew up, packing and moving and unpacking, perhaps because I'm some weird freak of nature, but an evening spent putting Rachel's kitchen into boxes was actually the best therapy I've had all week, and I came home, hot and sticky and desperate for a shower, but relaxed in a way I haven't been for a couple of weeks now. So I probably should thank Rachel for giving me the chance to wind down like that. ;)
Of course, given I'm helping two sets of people move over two weekends, my love of moving may be put to the test.
I spotted a long, low bookshelf outside one of the houses on Runnymede. It'd fit nicely, I think, along the wall between the kitchen and the living room. And if it didn't fit there, it would have been great for my room. Too bad it was too big for me to manhandle home - it's probably gone by now.
Yes, I still think like a student when it comes to furnishing places. *wry*
Trying to work out my budget for the next couple of weeks. I have rent and bills due at the end of the month, plus my metropass. That's $750. I also have to have $100 for Cirque Del Soliel (sp?), which I'm going to with the roomie and his parents on the 1st. I get paid $530 a week, just got paid yesterday and have one more pay before things are due. Yep, it's going to be tight, especially since I'm out of shampoo, conditioner and on my last set of contact lenses - those might have to go on the credit card, as much as I am loath to use it - and food, since you know, eating's a good thing to do, or so I'm told. ;)
Band Night might be an evening of water and one beer, I'm thinking. :P But yeah, good thing I'd planned on a quiet week already, huh?
I emailed Sharon about the interview yesterday, but haven't heard from her yet. I'm tempted to spend this week updating my job searches and actually applying for things - I can't keep going from pay to pay like this, especially when any time I need days off, I'm paying for it for weeks later.
