Yesterday I was sitting on my bedroom floor and looking at the tangle of wires and videos and games and scanner, vcr, nintendo, and playstation 2- all sitting on the floor under my desk and looking horrible. And I thought "Gee, if I had some shelves under there, I could make that whole area neat and tidy." And then I remembered my TV table from the apartment at school, which has been sitting in the basement serving as a storage place for . . . an old toaster and some coffee filters, among other things. And lo and behold! the thing fits perfectly underneath the desk, and I now have at least one part of this jam-packed room organized! Just wait until I put those drawers underneath my bed, then you will cower before my storage skills!
Is it a little sad that putting shelves under my desk has been the most exciting part of the weekend thus far? I think it is.
I realized on Tuesday that it was the one-year anniversary of the end of my time as a flight attendant.
I don't think that I need to tell you just how mind-numbingly boring my current job is. It is vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly dull. I know that there are people who like their jobs- enjoy going, talk about them in their spare time, stuff like that. Mine, I tolerate, because the people at the office are nice and I get money. But it won't last long. I think I'll move to the other side of the world. This autumn, maybe. Yeah. That would probably be far enough away.
Speaking of travel, I need to figure out the policy for requesting vacation time at work. And I need to talk (or otherwise communicate) with Laura. And I need to take a shower. Only two of these things are related, but all three are true.