Complaining time
Packing is my least favorite thing in the world, and I feel like I have to do it all the time. By now, you think I’d be better at it, but no. And now I have to pack up my room that includes all this stuff I’ve had since I was two. Argh. Too much stuff.
In better news, I had a job interview on Wednesday and I’ve got two more lined up. (Side note - Wednesday was awful. I had this very stressful interview in the morning, then I had to run across town to my new apartment to buy some furniture, and then I had to go to work for seven hours. And, since I had been working almost everyday the previous week, I still had to pack up everything despite my plane leaving in twelve hours. Did I mention that the City of Seattle felt it useful to turn off the electricity that day? Or that I still have a giant blister from my very uncomfortable interview shoes?)
Sorry for all the whining, but I feel like there’s too much stuff floating around in my head/actual living space right now. Seriously, you guys, I hate packing.
