But when it rains, it motherfucking POURS.
I finally got a transfer, kids. Approved and everything. Guess what? I AM SUPPOSED TO BE THERE SATURDAY NIGHT. Well yes that is the truth, however I tweaked it so I'm supposed to be there thursday. I picked thursday to get myself familar with the area and check out the walmart that I'm going to be working at. (You know, a drive-to so I can calculate driving distance and all that.)
I have a shitload of things to do.
Tire checking
Oil Changing
I need to make reservations at a pet-friendly hotel.
Laundry
Clean out Car
Clean out Fridge.
Mapquest directions
Pack Car
Buy Cat Carrier
Oh yes and rearrange my sleeping schedule on sunday to accomodate my day-driving.
MAD FUN FOR ME.
No I don't mind, this is positive stress.. it means that I'm finally out of the Sault (after a month). I couldn't be happier (well I could, it would involve me, Take That and a serenade outside my bedroom window which come on, isn't likely to happen.)
OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY!
