Well, I've managed to get all the rooms organized except for the room I'm in now - which is a disaster, but at least it is all in one place now!
My place smells like smoking hair dryer (not good) because sadly, my Sharper Image ionic conditioning dryer lived its last day today :(
In other news, I got a laser pointer from one of the managers I met with today - he decided he liked me by the end of the meeting so he gave it to me, wahoo!
I'm very excited to hear people give directions in cardinal directions again - I never caught on to the landmark system.
I think this weekend will be rough settling in - the first real time to relax and realize my world has completely changed. Of course, I've done that before, but it is never easy - I really miss you all.
OK, sorry not too much entertainment tonight.
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Every day off that I have had I make big plans to clean my room.
In reality, I haven't seen my carpet in full since September.
And boo hoo for the hair dryer. At my last apartment, I was using my hari dryer (circa 1996) and it started throwing sparks while I was using it. Luckily it didn't catch my hair on fire. But the smell of smoking hair dryer is better than burnt carpet. When I was 11, my brother (9) a friend (9) and I were left home alone while our parents went out to dinner for 2 hours tops. To make a long story short, my brother cut his hand on a contraband pocket knife and got blood on the friend's parents' BRAND NEW carpet (less than two week old). We put carpet cleaner on to get the blood out, which worked fine. Then we used a hair dryer to dry the wet spot before our parents got home. I was disposing of bloody paper towel when I smelled something burning: my brother had put the hair dryer right on the carpet, and melted the grill shape of the end into the carpet. To this day, there is still that grill burn mark on the carpet, and there's just a rug slung over the mark, but now that we're all grown, we still get a kick out of it.
I actually smelled myself burning yesterday. Somehow I created a HUGE build-up of static, and when I touched the handle of my metal cart, it gave a VERY painful and large spark with a loud pop, complete with a nasty burning smell and me swearing louder than you should when you work with the public. My boss (also named Sarah) has renamed me Sparky.
Yay for laser pointers. Go to the movies and piss some hardcore fans off. I'm so evil.
We really miss you too! I was totally lost last night going straight home from work instead of going to Tony's for DDR and such. And then getting a full 7 hours of sleep before hitting the Friday truck... I don't think that's actually happened since I started working that shift. :(
Let me know when you will be in Nashville, because I'm going tobe passing that way for the next few weekends or so, and I am putting off a visit to a school there anyways.
What are cardinal directions? NSEW? You know, people probably don't use those down here because the roads constantly change directions.
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