Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Life at a snails pace...

Do you hear that? No? Well come closer. Now lean in a little. Still no?? Turn off the tv and really listen. There you go! That incredibly weak, faint, barely audible pulse is my life. Folks, it has come to a stand still.

For that past several years, particularly the past few months, my life has moved at a pretty rapid pace. Busy was my middle name. I was a little crazy. Getting engaged, married, graduating, and moving across the country all in five months will do that to a person. Honestly, it was too crazy and not a pace I was willing to continue. I yearned for the day when life would be slower.

Well, welcome to it. My life has died.

No, really, it isn't that bad. The SLOWNESS of things is driving me crazy though. Everything about my life lately has been slow. If I hear the words "backordered", "wait", or "patience" one more time, I just may vomit.

First, the move. The move has been painfully slow. I am the kinda gal who likes to get things done. My previous move was a dream come true. Within 48 hours of moving in, I was literally finished moving. Every box was unpacked. Every drawer, closet, file folder, and shelf was organized. Everything not needed was moved into storage. Pictures were hung. Decorations were out. I believe I even had my candles lit.

This move has been the opposite. We have officially been here in California for 47 days and we are not yet "finished moving". There are still boxes yet to be unpacked, piles waiting to be moved into storage, and decorations with no home. The only room that I can say is "finished" is the dining room. This, however, is a vast exaggeration as we have more of a dining area than a dining room and all that "finished" really entails is having a table cloth and centerpiece on the table and one picture hung. The move has been slow.

Part of the dilemma is the furniture situation. The furniture situation has been slow. A few days after arriving in California, we purchased some living room furniture. At that time, they told us we would have to wait awhile for delivery, until March 11th. Being well over a month away, we were discouraged, however decided that this particular furniture was worth the wait. Then on March 10th, we got the phone call saying the furniture was backordered until April 3rd and we would have to wait. Ugh. This makes finishing unpacking difficult as you can't decorate a room with no furniture.

Then there is the wedding thank you note/computer situation. Shortly after arriving in California the monitor of our desktop computer died. This was an inconvenience of particular frustration as the gift list and addresses needed to finish the wedding thank you's were saved on that computer. This put finishing the thank you's at a stand still and again, we would have to wait.

We quickly found an amazing deal and ordered a new monitor. You guessed it, it was backordered. Then, because of a freak mistake in pricing, the order was cancelled. At this point I stomped my feet, crossed my arms, and pouted. You can do these sorts of things when you are 26 and life is not going your way. Fear not, we eventually did find another monitor to order and it arrived yesterday. So, to all those who attended our wedding and have not yet received their thank you note...my sincerest apologies. They will ALL be finished by the weekend.

Then there is the issue of finding a job. This has probably been the hardest of all for me. Somehow, I thought that finding a job out here in California would be a piece of cake. I was so wrong. Simply finding positions to apply to has been difficult. I have received lots of excellent advice from other professionals, however, it all includes the words, "wait" and "patience".

I could go on and on as there are several other things we are waiting for, however, will force myself to stop as I am sure nobody else is enjoying my rant. This post is more for me. A means of putting my frustration down on paper and venting. In the end, I know that none of these complaints are really that important and that I have a lot to be grateful for. I have a wonderful husband, a great place to live, and many wonderful family and friends (even if they all live across the country). This is more a personal problem dealing with my lack of patience than anything else. Maybe God is trying to teach me a lesson. If so, he is doing a very effective job!

Looking at it from a positive perspective, we sure do have a lot to look forward to!!

2 comments:

  1. First, let me say that I look forward to reading your blog updates with fervor. You are very eloquent, and after reading piles of fifth grade writing (like... OMG, that's hecka tight) your phrasing and word choice is a breath of fresh air.
    I am sorry about your furniture and job situation. Where did you order from? By chance did you order through Ashley? We had ordered once through them and had a nightmarish experience. That order was incorrectly filled and subsequently refused by us. It was too bad, because we liked it... but our current furniture is better. As per the job... I wish I had something other than remaining patient and positive to say. Good things will come. Rest assured. And... I... officially feel like a fortune cookie.
    Lastly... WE NEED TO GET TOGETHER! It is hard moving out here and leaving all friends and family behind. It took us close to four years to really establish some connections and friends out here. When do you want to come to Benicia? When can we visit you guys?
    Keep the blogs coming! Love them!

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  2. I totally know what you mean. When I moved here, I decided to make things "easy" on myself and hire a moving company. I mean, after all, I was moving my whole entire life to a place I had never even seen and where I only knew one couple, and I had to start work the day after arriving from two days of travel in a car with a guy I intended to break up with as soon as I arrived, and two yowling cats who were not declawed and not happy about my decision to relocate us. No need to make things more difficult than they were already, right?

    Burning my stuff and starting over would've been better than hiring a moving company.

    Never, ever, ever, ever, EVER hire a moving company when moving across state lines. I heard the horror stories and casually brushed them off. I am now a survivor. I got my stuff oh, roughly, three weeks AFTER the crazy two week deadline they gave me to begin with!!! (How does it take them two weeks to get somewhere that only takes me two days to go?) Imagine going without trash cans for over a month!!! And clothes hangers, and well, most of your clothes for that matter. And all those little conveniences like a hair dryer, something to sit on, stuff to cook food in for God's sake. And sleeping on an air mattress you found on clearance at Target instead of the insanely spendy Tempurpedic you chose to purchase rather than eating decently for a year because sleep is one thing you refuse to skimp on. Oh, and did I mention that the two things they selectively chose to break were my coffee pot and my wine glasses? Damn them!!!

    But, I'm over it.

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