sometimes i feel like i'm the only one who is consciencious about my job, my work, how i do things. granted, i'm not. i can point out others in my office who are as well, but it's the ones who are not that just stick out like a sore thumb.
one of my coworkers offered to send out some change-of-terms letters for me a month ago. i gave her the letter and the addresses - all she needed to do was a mail merge. i just found out today that they didn't go out. which means i need to wait another month before i can enforce these changes. (and, i must add, that these changes were supposed to be written into the lease before all the renewals and move-ins. i asked for this in april. somehow, the changes never found their way into the lease.) so now, i sit here and enter another 4,000 rent checks because people decide it's fun to send in one check per person living in an apartment. i have other things to do besides enter rent checks, people. it takes me 3-4 days of nothing but entering rent checks to get them all in. *sigh* if only it had been done the *first* time...
so now i'm sending out the letters myself. and people wonder why i hoard work and hate to delegate. at least this way i know it gets done. and if it doesn't, i have only myself to blame!
this weekend was the idyllwild jazz festival. with all that's been going on at work, i definitely needed some time away. being up in the mountains, with all the trees, a group of good friends, really good music...and lots of dancing. i'm definitely in a better frame of mind this morning.
funny how we had to be brave and get up and dance. no one was up there, but as soon as we got up...mob scene. hehe. it was good. i don't know that i enjoy dancing all alone with everyone staring at us. on the other hand, a lot of people stopped us throughout the day and complimented us on our dancing.
i must admit that my shins are killing me from dancing on the concrete. amazing what parts of your body compensate for others. i had forgotten i had muscles there.
heh. and i got talked into giving a mini-recital on my fiddle. scared me witless. i definitely need to play my dulcimer for everyone so they know that i really am musically inclined. oy. i definitely need to practice more than i am! it's just finding a place where i'm not annoying the neighbors. i suppose i'm at least mostly on key. it's the bowing that i need work on.
let's just do a list:
-60+ move outs, security deposits due
-3/4 as many move ins, needed to be input before security deposits can be sent out
(in two days, for both)
-normal job, ad nauseum, still going on as well
-new part-time job as on-site manager
-unpacking and moving in (still!)
gee. i guess i know why i'm tired and stressed. :)
i'm not sure why, but i've been in a bad mood lately. things have happened that have just made it worse -- like having an angry resident call and cuss me out yesterday for 10 minutes for something that i had nothing to do with, had no control over, and could do nothing about. (if you turn in your keys when you move out, you don't get charged for more days of rent. hello! but yeah.) at least he called to apologize. and dancing last night turned my mood around. a stress release, i guess. and then i was up until 2am at denny's with a group of friends, a chocolate shake and a few rounds of mad gab. i'm amazed that i'm upright and functioning this morning...especially since i was up at 6:30 to go work out before heading into work...
after spending yesterday's lunch hour scouring the internet for design ideas, i think i may have figured out how to get the second bedroom to be a guest room and office. before dancing last night i put together the bed in there and moved the bookshelf out of the closet. tonight, i'll probably move the desk and put together the other bookshelf. maybe then i can put the boxes of books in the living room away...and put together my coffee table and get my living room arranged. annoying sometimes how all this has a domino effect. and people can't understand why i'm not further along...
one thing's for sure: i love my new place. i love being able to cook a fresh spinach and mozzerella omelette for breakfast. it's starting to feel more like home.
it's probably because i feel buried at home, but i feel swamped at work too. then again, maybe it's just all the phone calls i've been getting. monday the phone rang off the hook...and i usually get one or two calls a day. i guess it's just moving season or something. i don't know.
just a note. if you're trying to get something resolved, be nice to the person. usually it'll get you miles further than if you launch into a tirade and start screaming and yelling...getting yourself so worked up that you can't think straight. and heavens, there's no need to call back and continue the tirade to voice mail after you've been transferred to can help with your problem. screaming at my voice mail is not going to help you any. *delete*
you definitely get to deal with some interesting people in this job...
i think i need an entire week at home to wade through all my stuff. i swear it multiplied while locked away in the dark! perhaps when i get stuff put away it'll be less overwhelming, but until then you can't walk in a straight line through a single room in the apartment, except for maybe the kitchen. (the kitchen was the first thing that was put away...thank goodness. some sanity exists in my world.)
work's been really hectic today, too. so much so, that i have this knot in my stomach that is matching the knot i had in my back yesterday from hauling boxes and furniture... oy.
reminds me. i need to post on the swingorama forum and see if anyone needs boxes. i have plenty!
seems like i just packed up my whole life and moved halfway across the country yesterday. here i am doing it again, albeit not as far. a few loads tonight, most of it tomorrow. i must admit, it'll be nice to get most of it done in one fell swoop, though i think the people helping me are going to be really surprised at how much stuff i have. looking at my storage unit...i know i am. i think stuff's been multiplying while it was locked. ;)
the most disturbing thing so far: i have a car load of stuff to go to my new place after work. the whole thing is creative memories scrapbooking stuff. ... .... i really need to start selling the stuff instead of just collecting it. but now that i have a room to do stuff like that in... :)