i believe when i fall in love this time it will be forever

no, i didn't meet anyone. it's just that if i chose some lyrics for the title that fit my mood they'd have to be from the downward spiral. (which, btw- i kinda want on dualdisc because they remastered it in 5.1 stereo and THAT would kickass. like suicidal surround sound)

i'm writing when i ought to be at work already. but it's pouring rain, crashing thunder and i'm not having it. so i called in... late. yes. late. it would have been so easy to say "i can't make it" but i said "i can't make it... on time." i'm so frustrated in the lack of cooperation/communication regarding my transfer that it's not even funny. the whole thing is back in the hands of my store manager, which doesn't thrill me- i was *so* relieved when it was sent to the district manager & i thought things would really be moving- but now it's back to my manager, who has to make some calls...? i don't know, but considering that it took him a month to send an e-mail, i'm not feeling optimistic. and i'm leaving in 8 days. and i just kinda want to cry at this point, but nope, i have to go in... eventually... when i can get a ride. i should've just called out sick, stayed home & finished watching my Mary Tyler Moore dvds.

in other news... well, not completely unrelated, but i've finally got all my stuff organized for the move. a bookcase filled to the brim with the dvds i'm taking, my tv stand organized, all the wires from all the little toys labeled. my cds are separated, ready to go and my books... well, there's two rows of stacks of books. the *must go* books & the *when i find out the measurements of the room, i can decide whether they go or not* books. which have been migrating slowly to the *must go* stacks. Clothes? that's easy. I can do that monday, no problem. I'm worried that I won't have enough room for the things I'm bringing, to be honest. But whatever. I just want to get there, to be honest.

can't wait for my last day at work. i need a new store to work in... i feel like i'm becoming part of the furniture there.

ok that's enough for today.
rick
listening to: Ella Fitzgerald "The nearness of you" from my Romantic Bullshit playlist. (I needed something cheery)
in the bookbag: The Gay Metropolis