It's a blog about nothing!

I'm feeling incredibly random so this post will be incredibly random. Deal. Yes, I just ordered you.

So, I'm moving. Sorry to sort of blurt it out in the first sentence, but I figured it would be the best way to take care of it...put it out there and be done with it.

So far, the announcement of my moving has produced a wide range of emotions from my family and friends. My sister, for example, burt into tears until I pointed out that I would need help shopping for new bedding and towels. My brother was less emotional and asked if I got into one too many fights with my father. My parents have been supportive. I know this because they are doing everything in their power to remind me why I want to move out in the first place. These small reminders have been helpful, really, because for a split second after it was official, I did freak out and think "oh, but wait...maybe I don't want to?" but then my father immediately asked me if I had checked the weather report because he didn't think the jacket I was wearing was conducive to the cold weather and I should really watch the weather channel more often. Also, my car needs an oil change and do I know how to take care of that?

Aside from the jacket thing, here is a list of question that they have asked me this week alone:
- Is there enough gas in my car to get me to work?
- Have I done my laundry recently?
- Do I really want to go out and get a drink on a weeknight? I have work tomorrow.
- Have I checked my bank statements recently?
- When is my cell phone bill due? I should really make sure not to forget to pay it.
- Did I make myself lunch for tomorrow?
- Am I awake? Do I know what time it is? Shouldn't I be getting ready for work?

Mind you, this is all stuff I not only took care of on my own when I was in college, but stuff that hasn't been an issue for the past, oh, year and half after college. Suddenly I'm completley inept and cannot possibly understand what it takes to live on my own without adult supervision. And when I point out that I am an adult and that there are plenty of things I can do without supervision (and many things I would *ahem* prefer to do without parental supervision), they tell me that even though they logically know I'm an adult they still think of me as a child.

My dad's reaction in particular has reminded me of "Father of the Bride"...specifically where Steve Martin has a flashback and pictures a 5 year old in pigtails sitting at the dining room table saying "I went to Paris and met a man and we're getting married, Daddy." I didn't really expect anything less, especially because I am the oldest, but fact of the matter is, I do not need to be spoonfed everything.

Ok, vent done. Sorry about that.

Now funny stuff.

So, the new office we are in is quirky. Quirkier than I am, which is difficult to beat. First of all, there are 5 of us sharing a single DSL line, which wouldn't be a big deal except that 2 are dealing with ginormous graphic-infused files that take up a lot of bandwidth. Basically, for those of you who do not want to try to follow my geekiness, the line to our office that gives us the internet is like a clogged artery waiting to cause a heart attack. So, when I'm trying to place an order or plan a field trip, the system will clog, causing my internet to cripple and my computer to freeze...much like an old woman who has had a stroke and is now paralyzed on the left side of her body. Yeah yeah, I mixed medical analogies. Either way it's bad and requires hospitalization.

One of the possible solutions is to move The Perfectionist (formerly known as The New Girl) and The Boss Man to the old offices and The Tool, The Photographer, The Giggler and I will share a space. This is not good. I will cry. A lot. First of all, without The Boss Man around, The Tool will be a full-fledged wood shop of badness, Peter-Pan-Posing with his half-zipper all around the place. The Photographer is just a little cheesy which isn't that hard to deal with, but he's also an aspiring actor so he's a little dramatic. Allow me to give you an example:

The Tool: *cough cough cough choke choke cough cough cough*
The Boss Man: You ok?
The Tool: Yeah, my twizzler went down the wrong pipe.
Me: Twizzler? That IS a pipe.
The Photographer: *spits soda out, dramatically hold hands on knees, laughs until face is red* That's hysterical!

Um, no. It wasn't a good joke. While I will admit that every now and then I have some good one-liners, this was not one of them. I know this, The Tool knows this, The Boss Man knows this. You wanted an excuse to spit your soda out.

The other funny thing our office does is ring. We have a doorbell so that we can let people into what I call The Crime Scene (the carpeting seriously looks just...gross) but it is actually a storage room that is not currently in use. We do have windows so it's not horribly depressing. But yeah, so the doorbell will ring when people aren't there. And I don't mean someone is pranking us...I mean that literally no one will be in the hallway and the doorbell will ring as if to say "Hi, just letting you know I still work and I'm a little bored because people didn't visit me today. So, um, HI!" Other times, when people ARE there, it won't ring. We have a bi-polar doorbell. Or the office is haunted. Either one, really.

One of these days I'll take a picture of the office to show you just how insane the setup really is.