2008-07-22 - 8:00 p.m.
Boxes cost money, you know!

The kids at work told me if I ever have another day like last Tuesday, I should just stay home. "Yeah, you were SO-O-O-O-O-O mean! Why were you so mean?"

I was stressed. I am more stressed now. So they'll probably find me to be a complete joy tomorrow.

Taking care of official, grown up moving shit is stressing me out. Plus, there's the not inconsequential fact that I could LOSE MY FIRST TEACHING JOB over this little snafu with the State Department of Education. Yeah, there's definitely a clause in my contract that states that it can be terminated if I don't have a valid in-state teaching license by the time school starts.

I would feel better if I could actually talk to someone at my school, but NOOOOOOO. Three phone calls to three different people, three messages left and THREE NOT CALLS BACK. Call me back, people! I'm losing my mind! Who cares if I don't have my curriculum now, I might not even have a freaking job.

On top of that, my dad made me file for health insurance to cover me between now and the fall when I may or may not have insurance kicking in, which was a pain in the ass, and I have to get a new phone and new bank. Tried applying for the new bank online and got the lovely "you've been conditionally approved, call us tomorrow and waste some more of your time on this!".

Plus, my landlord is kicking me out at 12 fucking NOON next Thursday. Yep. Because it's a really freaking convenient time to move, mid day on a Thursday is. My dad can't get his truck down here that day, so they're wondering if I can just stuff my bed, desk and tv stand into their friend/slave Judith's van on Sunday because she's driving through and has the room. Then sleep on the floor until Thursday and pray the rest of my shit fits into my car.

Moving is stupid and complicated and annoying. I'm grouchy as hell.