Well, it's a few weeks until we go sign the lease in Kalamazoo and a month until we officially pick up every last box and cart ourselves to our brand new spanking luxury apartment in Kalamazoo.
I can't wait.
I'm starting to think a lot about what I'm going to do. I suppose, despite everything else, I'll go for an office job. Well, I know from my recent experience that I don't want to go within a million miles of retail. And I think I'm getting a little old to work in the bar industry, and I'm just too damned mean to wait tables, so I guess office work it is.
Ah well, I guess one advantage I'll have is the fact that it's a town filled with slackers, as well as there not being enough people with the skills to do those jobs (or in many cases the desire) so it should lend to a certain amount of security. And let's face it, Chicago is both snotty and depersonalized, and not to mention competetive. I suppose if I can trudge through those jobs with misery in Chicago, they should at least be tolerable in Kalamazoo.
Anyhow, I think working in an office related to the automotive industry or to some community non-profit (there's a fair amount of both there, along with health care and pharmaceutical companies) will be infinitely more pleasant than working with a bunch of Chicago trixies who think they're so much better than the working guy because they happened to marry some guy with a condo and grew up in some expensive suburb. (We had a word for girls like that in Texas, we called them "southern belle gold diggers")
But anyhow, yeah I think it'll be much more tolerable there. After all, Kalamazoo...sounds like fun!
(And if not, well, it won't be the first time I switched jobs...)
So, I haven't left the house in two days. I think we're going to go to the bar up the street after our run of cheesy monday night shows is over and done with. I think it's good, I have cabin fever. I did almost nothing all day long but read and watch twin peaks.
I got some tenchi muyo action figures as well as a stuffed cabbit (Ken-Ohki, also from the tenchi series) from Christopher's store.
I've become pretty decently removed from my life in Chicago. It's funny, I'm in that too little too late phase that comes right before moving, especially as people who have been fair weather friends suddenly seem to want to hang out with me right before I leave, like I really could care. Eh, call or dont, hang out with me or don't, I'm too concerned with other stuff in my life to even be affected by it anymore. C'est la vie, and all that crap.
Now I just need to start packing...