I think we have a place. A nice place. A good place. A place we can both be on the lease at. It's a townhouse, so the bedrooms and bathroom are upstairs, which I like. There are only a couple things I didn't care for - it's not really big enough to have a table, but if we finangle it a bit, we can put bar stools up at the kitchen counter. The other thing is that, as of now, we can't paint. Which means I'm stuck with white walls for another year. *cringe* I think that's a form of torture - being forced to stare at nothing. Ah well. Frank's going tomorrow to finalize stuff, and then hopefully we can sign on Thursday and move in.
My first day of work went really well. I think I might even be able to enjoy my job a little here. (or maybe i'm just being optamistic) Everyone seems really nice, and the empoloyees starting listening to me right off the bat. It was...interesting. Plus, Cinnamon, my manager, totally loves me.
Yup. I'm pretty happy:)
My first day of work went really well. I think I might even be able to enjoy my job a little here. (or maybe i'm just being optamistic) Everyone seems really nice, and the empoloyees starting listening to me right off the bat. It was...interesting. Plus, Cinnamon, my manager, totally loves me.
Yup. I'm pretty happy:)
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Sorry about the walls. White walls are so institutional.
BTW is the baby in your icon Wee Brad?
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Heeee!
Well, you don't *have* to have white walls - you can hang up lots and lots of pictures and posters and things!
Cover them all up!
Big, fringy squares of Turkish cloth or something!
Yay, new house - congratulations!
*pardon excessive !!!*
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Marie
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