Peppy's Dream Moving Adventure Blog

SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!  I thought I "published" it and didn't find out it wasn't on my blog until Jimmy let me know.  Thanks, Jimmy! 

I woke up at 8:00am, but felt really lousy and fell back to sleep until 9:00am.  Sorry if this is TMI, but it’s that “time of the month.”  I’m 50 and you’d think I would be finished with all this foolishness by now, but if family history has any bearing on it, I should be suffering for 10 more years.

Anyway, we were supposed to go get the second key made for the PT at 10:30am this morning, but the last thing I wanted to do was take a shower and get dressed, so I asked Eric if he would mind going alone.  He said he would go and left the house at 10:00am, after bringing me three Advils.  I went back to sleep.  I got up around 11:00am, feeling much better, but still not great.  I had a bowl of Special K and worked on the computer and did some stuff around the apartment.  I definitely wasn’t going out today, I knew that.  I had some errands to run, but nothing important.  I just felt totally blah and yucky.

I spoke to my friend, Katie.  She is my webmaster and is going to be revamping my website to reflect my new work and put less focus on the shop I had back in New York.  I’ve been showing my work around town and always direct people to the website, so they can see more examples of my crafts.  Katie and I both think it’s important for the website to look fresh and up-to-date.

As for “regular work” I was thinking that I should go to another temp agency to sign up, because ON CALL hasn’t gotten me any work yet.  I even spoke to Eric about it yesterday, because I saw a temp agency in the shopping center on Clairemont Drive.  Today, my friend Jimmy emailed me asking about the work situation and he asked if I was serious about working.  He really got me thinking.  Am I?  Yes. I am.

This temp agency made such a fuss about me when I signed up there, and said they were sure they could get me work.  They even called me for a few jobs right before we went to South Carolina, but I told them I didn’t want to start working until January.  I had told them that when I signed up, but they asked anyway.

I figured as soon as January rolled around, they’d be calling and I’d be working.  I wasn’t being lazy, I was being optimistic (one of my best traits!).  Now, I see that they’re not as busy as I thought, and they don’t love me as much as I hoped, so I am going to go tomorrow to sign up at the other place.

I AM anxious to go to work, but I am also scared – very scared.  I haven’t worked in an office environment for 6 years.  So, I’m a little out of practice.  Also, I don’t know all the software they’re using these days.  I don’t know how well I’ll do if they give me a job with a lot of responsibility and working for either very important people, or a big team.  I’m asking for a lot of money, so any job they find for me is going to be hard work.  I’m not afraid of the work, I’m just afraid I won’t be able to do a great job.  It’s scary.

I called the agency and left a message saying that I really wanted to start working and would accept a job with less responsibility, if that meant they could put me to work faster.  Less responsibility = less money, which isn’t so great, but at least I’ll get my feet wet and get working again!

When Eric got back we just watched TV together.  He is completely unmotivated to ride (or do anything else), and I was completely unmotivated to do anything today, so we ended up taking a nap.

When I woke up I got a lovely email from our moving company telling me that they didn’t charge us for storage for the last several months and that we owe over $1,000.  Nice.  Like I’m not feeling bad enough.  I wrote them and asked how they could come to us after TWO months and tell us we owe $1,000.  I was told in November that we were paid in full.  I’m not going to pay without a fight – I’ll tell you that much.

Eric is back to his “no riding” rule.  He says he won’t road ride, because it’s too dangerous (I don’t think that’s true, but I can’t argue with him since I’m not doing it) and there’s “no place in San Diego” to mountain bike.  He asked me not to bother him about it and not to mention it anymore.  I’m at my wits end about this, and don’t know what to do.  He’s a grown man and I can’t tell him what to do, but I’ll tell you if I could force him to ride, I would!  This makes me more upset than anything else. 

Eric was so upbeat when we were in South Carolina.  He said he wanted to start working out, and asked me to order the ABLU.  He has had a headache for the past two days, so he hasn’t gone on the ABLU at all yet.

He told me he was going to ride more when we got back from South Carolina.  He said he was going to get a job.  He was very gung-ho.  Now, it’s back to the way it was weeks ago.  He was actually getting better in December, but now I think it was because we were going to South Carolina.  Then, he was great in South Carolina, and talked about going back to San Diego.  Now, we’re here, and he’s a mess.  He has another headache today, which is a sure sign of his stress.  He has indigestion all the time and is constantly taking TUMS (more stress).  He won’t go to a doctor.  He says they can’t do anything.  Should I force him to go?

Oh, and another thing.  I called NUTRISYSTEM this afternoon to find out where my food is.  Eric’s arrived on Monday morning and mine still didn’t get here.  They said mine was shipped today and had no explanation as to why I placed both orders at the same time and his shipped 6 days before mine.  I’m hoping it arrives before we leave for L.A. on Friday.

So, let’s review my day: Eric’s not feeling well.  No work for either of us yet.  We spent almost $200 getting second key to PT.  No NUTRISYSTEM.  Eric won’t ride.  Found out the moving company wants $1,000.  I feel like crap.

I guess we all have days like this occasionally.  Let’s just hope tomorrow turns out better!