Glum

I hate to keep complaining, but suffice it to say that the Georgia Board of Nursing is not my favorite place right now. After telling me that the wait time for my license would be 5 weeks (which seemed extremely long), today I learned that the 5 weeks starts AFTER they load my application into the system--now WHEN they receive my application. They have now had my application for 2 weeks and it is not yet loaded. They can't really tell me when they might load it into the system--they are after all a bureauracracy.

So, all the plans I made (knowing they were tentative) based on the 5 weeks theory are now out the window. My dad will still come next weekend with the truck. My stuff will go into storage in Atlanta. I will leave this job when I get my Georgia license, and I will start the new job about 5 days later than that. My friend from Atlanta will still come to accompany Spencer and me on the long drive.

However, I hate being so much at the mercy of other people who don't seem to give a shit. I am the kind of person who likes to make a decision and then move on said decision. I am fearful that the longer we are forced to share a house, the more potential for less congenial interactions there is. I am kind of sucking right now.

However, I am ready for the truck way ahead of schedule, and that is still a good thing.

I'm ready for the truck....

....and it doesn't arrive until July 2. That is all.

Don't even know what to say

When I woke up yesterday, I was immobilized. There was so much to do, and I had no idea where to start. So, instead of working on the house I filled out the 20 or so page history that my counsellor had given me to comlete. Somehow that made me feel like I was making progress, even though not on the real things that needed progress.

I went through the closet and the shoes--my god, the shoes. For someone who doesn't consider herself a shoe person--there was one boatload of shoes! I culled out some more clothes that can go to storage, and I freaked out a bit.

Then my friend, Sedney came to the rescue. I had told her we would pack the kitchen, and she got right down to business. I handed her stuff and she wrapped and boxed it. Besides the inherent emotional issues, I was faced with my mother's china, my grandmother's stemware, my stepmother's china. All bringing up memories and sadness that these women are no longer here in my life. Sedney didn't let me slow down--but not in a workhorse kind of way. She was the perfect person to keep me going and I am ever so grateful.

Today I will finishe the dining room, clean out the linen closet, and I think I will then be ready for the truck to arrive July 4th weekend. I can hardly believe I am saying that--but it is true.

Sorry for the boring moving updates, better blogging topics soon, I promise!

Progress and panic

I returned from Atlanta Monday night--feeling good about the interview, seeing my family, etc. Things at home are strained at times, but really about as good as one could expect them to be. There remains no nastiness, fighting, or blaming. For this I am very grateful.

Tuesday was a simply horrid day. I was tired from the trip, and I guess a bit intimidated by actually having a date instead of just a plan. Work was an evil bitch, and I really thought I might have a panic attack. More than once I had to talk myself out of just running to my boss' office and telling her I had to go home. However, I did make it through the day. As a result, I have given myself permission to take my anxiety meds each morning instead of on the as needed basis I had weaned myself to. Seemed like an appropriate idea.

I found out that my insurance ends at current job midnight of my last day worked. However, my new job has a waiting period that makes me uninsured for approx 2 months. Cobra is a $515 per month option, and my husband's work is gonna charge $400 per month plus some hassles to get me on and off. This was part of my freak out Tuesday. However, I know something will work out, because it just has to.

My father will fly here and drive a truck of nearly all my worldly belongings to Atlanta July 4th weekend. Once the house is nearly empty--we will start with the repairs, minor painting, etc. to get it ready to be sold. Given the ecomony, we will take a bit of a hit--but again, life goes on. So, unless the Georgia Board of Nursing decides to screw around with issuing my license, my last day at work will be August 4. A very good friend will fly to Houston to drive back to Atlanta with me the 5th and 6th. (I said she was a really good friend.) We will have Spencer the neurotic dog in the back seat of the car, so it promises to be a challenge. I am so thankful not to be doing it alone.

I start my new job in Atlanta on August 9, and my husband will stay here in the stripped down house until it sells. After that we will figure out how best to separate our finances (which at that point will be mostly debt) and the next phase of my life can go on.

I am excited. I am terrified. I am extremely sad. I am confident. Wish me luck.

Weekend Update

I flew into Atlanta last night with Percy the cat as my carry on. She verbalized her unhappiness a bit, but did not resort to utter yowling, which made me happy. However, if she had I was gonna put the earphones in and ignore her, just like I have ignored many a crying child in my flying career.

My Poppa and my sister met me at the top of the escalator--he holding a balloon that read "Happy Birthday Princess." It was well past 1lPm at that point, and we were all tired. That didn't keep us from visiting until 2AM despite my having worked a full--and might I mention insane--day at work.

I woke up at 7:30 for some unknown reason, and didn't to sleep. Percy made herself quite at home quickly. No hiding under the furniture like she usually will do at the start of a move. We did run into a bit of a glitch when I realized that my father (who has no pets) had purchased dog food for her instead of cat food. No biggie--Spencer and I will be here soon enough.

My sister and I took off to get my fingerprints taken for the background check for my GA nursing license. The woman said that it generally takes about 48 working hours for the results to be reported to the requesting agency. Given that I sent everything else in UPS 2 day mail on Thursday (signature required, thank you), I see no good reason why it should take the full five weeks for processing. Maybe they just say that so you won't bug them sooner.

Then it was off for a mani/pedi with my sister and a very dear friend I haven't seen in almost 2 years. Lunch at one of my favorite restaurants, a bit of shopping, and we called it a day. My lack of sleep is catching up with me, and I swear I would have gone to bed at 7:30 if I had thought I could stay asleep all night.

A bit of baseball on the television, and soon to the bath and bedtime for me. Hopefully, I will sleep a little later tomorrow. Tomorrow we have the niece and the nephew for lunch, and not much else in the way of plans.

Monday is the busy, crazy day of work-related things. My old boss pulled some strings, and I am scheduled for my HR interview (required but not a deal), my pre-employment physical (not usually given until after background checks and official offer letter), and then I meet with my old bosses and we figure out what they are going to do with me. It's a bit iffy at this point, given that I don't really know a definite availability date, but we are bound to work something out.

This means I'd better get my packing shoes on when I get back to Houston. Maybe, just maybe, I can be in Atlanta to stay before August rolls around. We shall see.
Happy rest of the weekend to all. Hope you are having as much fun as I am!

Pity party for one...

No, not about the impending separation,things seem to be going as smoothly as possible there. Nor is it really about the death of my friend, Becky. It is over the fact tht sleep eludes me for the third night in a row and I find this very boring (and tiresome, for that matter). I have drugs for this, but they are just not working. Maybe I can find a forensic files marathon to put me to sleep again. See you later in the morning--hopefully much later with a brighter outlook.

More sadness

We lost a good friend late last night after a short battle with lung cancer. Becky wasn't someone I saw more than once or twice a year. We didn't even talk or email often, but I met her online first, then at many music events after that. Four days after "meeting" her in person, I missed my flight home to Atlanta from the festival we had all attended. I called her for suggestions on a hotel to stay until I could make the next morning's flight. She insisted on driving the 30 or so miles and taking me back to her home where I ate the first home cooked meal in days. Though she and her husband had to work the next day, they refused to let me call a cab--driving me back to catch my very early morning flight.

I will miss her beautiful smile, her absolute graciousness in every situation, and her positive spirit. I am better for having known her.

Too Much Information

It's never a perfect day when your undies end up in the trash can. Just sayin'.

Moving Along

Things are happening, but everything is going to take time. It is going to take me 5 weeks to get my Georgia license back once they have all the paperwork they need. I have sent letters to my last three employers including a form that has to be filled out and put into a sealed envelope. Hopefully, they will be speedy about completing them. Then I have to have fingerprints made in Georgia which can't happen until June 14th. That by itself will keep me here in Houston until late July or early August. I went ahead and told my boss and co-workers that I will be moving. With having to send the form to HR, I didn't want my boss to find out through them.

I have packed up most of my closet including the dress I got married in. That part wasn't too easy. We have told the girls, and they seem to be handling it okay--at least for now. The realtor recommends that we sell the house empty, so that will take longer to get it on the market.

Things at home are okay. Some strained moments, but overall we are communicating well and figuring out what needs to happen when. It is just so confusing--storage here or go ahead and drive a truck to Atlanta? Too many questions to which I have no answers. Trying to live my way through them and not get too bogged down.

I hae decided to go ahead and see a therapist here who has been recommended. If I will be here nearly 2 months, I don't think it makes sense to wait until I go back to Atlanta.

We have begun telling friends, and everyone is supportive and not judgemental. I have one friendin particular who I haven't told yet (she is on vacation). I dread telling her because she has always been our cheerleader telling us we can work this out. I feel like she will be the most disappointed by the news.

So, trying to take it one step at as time...trying not to get overwhelmed by it all...hanging in there.