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Indecisive about furniture.
Jun. 15th, 2004 08:35 pmMy attention span today has been a fragile, fragile thing. I was distracted by a loud noise this morning and then spent eight full minutes trying to figure out exactly what it was that I was about to do. It made it a little hard to get through the day. We went to bed pretty early last night and I was decently well-rested today, so I don't think it was that.
I have a slight problem at work. We don't get new garbage bags every day. They just empty them and put them back. Now, I think that's a fabulous idea, in terms of saving money and labor for the janitorial staff. My concern is strictly for sanitarial reasons. Before I knew about the one-garbage-bag-per-person rule, I threw away my gum. So, now they take away my scraps of paper with cryptic notes written on them and the empty bottles--I may not be getting much exercise but I'm drinking more water than ever--but the gum remains, and it bothers me every time I see the can. I would have asked for suggestions on how to get a new bag put in the can, but I came up with a bit of a solution today so I don't need to. (I've been pondering this for weeks, yes.) I moved the trash can so now I don't have to look at it anyomre! Tada! I don't know. Maybe they'll move it back tonight. Oh, well. Even if they do, I'll be alright. I got my first paycheck today, so it all feels just a little more worthwhile..
M and I are playing the same song on both of our computers. I haven't the faintest idea how we actually managed to start it at exactly the same time, but we did. We're silly.
Sometimes, a sentence will come out of my mouth and I just can't believe I said it out loud. In this case, I informed M that I just wasn't ready to commit to a storage cabinet at this time. We've been discussing this back and forth for approximately one day, and if I never hear the word "storage" again it will be too soon. I mentioned it as a passing solution night before last, and I know that M has asked me what I want to do about a storage cabinet at least thirty times since then. *laugh* I made the mistake of saying that he was pestering me to death about this darned cabinet yesterday, and of course, now he's picked up the pace on the questioning just to tease me. (Before I post this and he says that I sound mean, I just would like to add that I'm just teasing and we're not having marital difficulties or anything like that.) Neither of us really want to spend money on this storage solution, or at least not the sort of money you would spend at a real furniture store. That leaves us with cheapo furniture, which is okay, really--when we get a house, cheapo storage cabinets can go out in the garage or be hidden away somewhere. The problem is that I'm not sold on the set that M has decided he likes, but I haven't really been sold on anything else, either, so I don't have anything to come back with as a suggestion. It's really biting me in the backside, though--until we figure out what we're going to do with the last of the stuff from the trailer, it's going to be sitting in the living room floor. I just feel so indecisive! I wish we had an Ikea, darnit.
I have a slight problem at work. We don't get new garbage bags every day. They just empty them and put them back. Now, I think that's a fabulous idea, in terms of saving money and labor for the janitorial staff. My concern is strictly for sanitarial reasons. Before I knew about the one-garbage-bag-per-person rule, I threw away my gum. So, now they take away my scraps of paper with cryptic notes written on them and the empty bottles--I may not be getting much exercise but I'm drinking more water than ever--but the gum remains, and it bothers me every time I see the can. I would have asked for suggestions on how to get a new bag put in the can, but I came up with a bit of a solution today so I don't need to. (I've been pondering this for weeks, yes.) I moved the trash can so now I don't have to look at it anyomre! Tada! I don't know. Maybe they'll move it back tonight. Oh, well. Even if they do, I'll be alright. I got my first paycheck today, so it all feels just a little more worthwhile..
M and I are playing the same song on both of our computers. I haven't the faintest idea how we actually managed to start it at exactly the same time, but we did. We're silly.
Sometimes, a sentence will come out of my mouth and I just can't believe I said it out loud. In this case, I informed M that I just wasn't ready to commit to a storage cabinet at this time. We've been discussing this back and forth for approximately one day, and if I never hear the word "storage" again it will be too soon. I mentioned it as a passing solution night before last, and I know that M has asked me what I want to do about a storage cabinet at least thirty times since then. *laugh* I made the mistake of saying that he was pestering me to death about this darned cabinet yesterday, and of course, now he's picked up the pace on the questioning just to tease me. (Before I post this and he says that I sound mean, I just would like to add that I'm just teasing and we're not having marital difficulties or anything like that.) Neither of us really want to spend money on this storage solution, or at least not the sort of money you would spend at a real furniture store. That leaves us with cheapo furniture, which is okay, really--when we get a house, cheapo storage cabinets can go out in the garage or be hidden away somewhere. The problem is that I'm not sold on the set that M has decided he likes, but I haven't really been sold on anything else, either, so I don't have anything to come back with as a suggestion. It's really biting me in the backside, though--until we figure out what we're going to do with the last of the stuff from the trailer, it's going to be sitting in the living room floor. I just feel so indecisive! I wish we had an Ikea, darnit.
