This is the third time I have attempted to write a post. I start and then it gets whiny and I get irritated with myself. Enough is enough. And yet, this may end up as a venting.
I am so sick of remembering something that I used to have (for example a magnet of Nantucket island that doubled as a bottle opener) and not being able to find it. I have no idea where we packed some of our stuff. Despite being in our apartment since August, we have not successfully unpacked all of the stupid tote boxes because we don't have a place for the knick-knacky stuff to go. I am sick of it! I want to know where that magnet is and I want to know where the ice pack that went with my Tupperware travel bag disappeared to.
I am also sick of not having a job. I have applied for A LOT of jobs. I am so good at receiving the rejection e-mails it's not even funny. Last week I applied at a temp agency and have an interview with them on Tuesday. Now I wait?!
On a positive note, we got a dresser. It's pretty awesome to have the clothes put away. We also have a kick ass rug that really ties the room together. It's like "Where have you been all my life rug?" I have an unhealthy attachment to it. Ah well.
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