Falling Into Place?

This week has been kind of productive I guess. I've manage to pack up some things, downsize a bit and get my belongings itemized. I've also worked through some issues with the costs associated with my new apartment, i.e. I'm using my relocation allowance towards my rent for a while until I locate a suitable area to consider "buying" a house. (God forbid) And just today I've figured out what shift I will be working in South Carolina. A big part of my decision to go was that my job was going to shift from being so all over the map with hours to something more consistent and normal. I'm pleased to report that this is in fact the case and I'm very happy that I'll be working 1 PM to 10 PM steadily Monday-Friday. Every month I will have to give up a weekend and that's alright by me considering that I'm very happy with having a steady shift, and one that I prefer no less. My new peers in SC actually allowed me and my cohort Joolie to get first pick on what shift we wanted to work which was not only surprising, but a tad exciting. Finally I feel like I have some seniority in life!

I'm still not sure what the hell to expect when I do move, especially with regard to my job, but I'm getting more used to the idea of moving. There are a ton of things that are flat out getting on my nerves anymore, and I'm eager to make a change. I have big plans to get my life together and try to break out of this shell I've created around myself. All that I have left to worry about now is getting through the next week of traveling down to SC (hotel living sounds nice....HOT SHOWERS!) and squaring away things with the movers. I'm flying solo on my drive down, which is actually preferable....a clean break if you will. Along the way I'm stopping at Dad's house to visit for a hot minute in VA.

I wish I had more time to spend with people that I'll miss. The way my schedule with work bounces up against my employees, I've been having to say goodbye to people (or forgetting to say goodbye to people) that I'm not going to see again. Just today I realized that I wouldn't see a chick again based on my trip to SC and her getting her shifts covered during my last week. And then of course I totally forgot that I was not going to see someone again and wound up not even saying goodbye to her. It's all so complicated. And since there doesn't appear to be any farewell party afoot, I'm trying to strum something up with a few choice peeps for the 25th of June, aka MY LAST SATURDAY here. I'm sure it will be half assed, but I'm very eager to spend at least one night letting loose with "my kids" from work. Considering this is the night after my brother Dan's graduation party, the last weekend in June is quickly aiming to be a lost weekend.