Wednesday, August 30, 2006
So, I'm moved. Yesterday I finished
emptying the last of my boxes. I just have a few little things that don't have a place to live in my bedroom, yet. It's hard to go from something large to something this small, but I know this is where I'm supposed to be. It already feels more homey than WP ever felt. And it smells the same as it did two years ago when I lived here. While I didn't get to have my old bedroom back, I did at least get my second choice0
Kalierly's room. All the glued on paint reminds me of her every time I look at the walls, too.
But now I have to deal with (at least) two roommates who aren't used to sharing space. The kitchen is a disaster with very limited storage space because no one shares cupboards. Sharing cupboards makes so much more sense to me than not. You can put all the spices and whatnot that everyone owns in one, cookbooks in another, cereals etc. in one, chips.... And the fridge is a mess, too! I think there might be things growing in there, which is really gross. I'm not too sure it's been cleaned out since I left a year ago. It's so chock full that there is no where for me to even put my milk. I find this rather frustrating. And
iritating. Rather. Enough so that I don't dare talk to my roommates until I have calmed down a little (not that it really matters, only one of them is home right now and I might as well wait until the other one gets home- will need to come up with names for them...). I'm more than likely going to end up buying one of those compact refridgerators from the Devil O' Walmart once I can get some help lugging it up my stairs.
I don't really feel like my roommates like me. Sure, I've only been here for two days, but it's all rather... awkward. Me being the shy person that I am, they probably both think I'm just a snob or something. I do not know how to deal with situations like this very well. So, bottom like is, I'm lonely. Not that this is terribly abnormal (believe it or not), but it's different than usual just because I don't know anyone around me in the first place.
Work was... yeah. It was. I scanned approximately 300 cards (some more than once) and got very used to saying, "Can I help you find something?" and, "What are you looking for?" and, "Straight back," and, "Far corner on this side," and, last but not least, "That's in the other room." Tomorrow I take a book or something else to keep myself entertained. 100 people an hour is actually pretty slow.
Behold, the Muse
