But now I'm tired of living a lie. You deserve better than that.

So, in a spirit of 100% openness, I wouild like to confess that I had cigarettes last night, and I have cigarettes right now. It's even the same pack, if you want to get really technical.

I feel a lot better for having shared that. Oh, and as long as we're clearing the air here, I'd also like to point out that my name isn't really Ana Ng.

***

So, what the hell was I talking about last night? Give me a sec.

Ah, yes. I think I'd more or less finished the "packing sucks" motif, and i was just about to go merrily into a side rant about my furniture when I realized I had to get up for work in six hours. Just to help you get back into the frame of mind I was in last night, here's the last paragraph of yesterday's entry:

Friday, I'm outta here. CJ says I can borrow his truck for the big stuff. I have to buy gas, and if he has to work Friday, I have to loan him my car in exchange. Even if it takes two trips, that's still more reasonable than renting a U-Haul.

(Are we all on the same page now? Good. Onward.)

***

My furniture is making me very angry. I think I mentioned the thrift store calling and offering to take a bunch of crap I didn't want. Thrift store lady said they might show up as early as 9am on Thursday, so Wednesday night, Rijid and I moved one chair, one couch, one bookshelf, one mattress and two halves of a table downstairs. Later Wednesday night, it rained. This is maybe an important detail.

I was at work all day Thursday, but Rijid says the thrift store van pulled into the driveway, and left without taking anything.

Dissed by the thrift store. How embarrassing. Two days previously, that was MY furniture. I knew it wasn't the best in the world, but it was comfortable, and it served me well. Then I find out that my furniture sucks so badly that people who can't afford a new couch would rather make one out of cardboard and potato peels than deign to use mine.

Rijid pointed out that the furniture had been rained on quite a bit, but it still hurt.

This was Fox Valley Thrift Store. Today, I called the Ripon thrift store, and found out that their Guy With a Truck is a volunteer, and although they'd be glad to pick my crap up, they didn't know when he would be in next. I also found out that I can't leave it on the curb, and I need to buy a permit before I can take it to the town dump which is only open 9-3, two days a week. I'm running out of ideas here.

Can I interest YOU in a slightly damp couch? How about a chair that lost several battles with a psychotic cat? You won't get another offer like this any time soon, I'm telling you.

***

Today, I was trained on setting up the steamtable. I learned how NOT to make marinara sauce, and the importance of the splash guard. From the knees down, I was uniformly covered with (too watery) marinara. Later, when the guys were pouring buckets of water all over the place after the lunch rush, I told them I'd prefer not to move out of their way. Please just pour the soapy water right on me, because it's probably preferable than dripping tomato goop at every step. They just gave me strange looks.

***

I also found out today that I am scheduled to work 11-2 on Friday. That's just great. I tried to find someone to cover for me, but everyone not in school is already scheduled. I guess giving me the mini-shift is really the closest they could get to the day off I REQUESTED A MONTH AGO ARGH ARGH ARGH.

Wednesday, CJ will know if he has to work Friday, and I can figure out exactly which way Friday will suck.

A) CJ does not work. I load up my car with boxes, go to work, take the boxes to the new home, and help Rijid and CJ unload CJ's truck.

B) CJ does work. He trades my car for his truck Thurs. night. Rijid and I get up super early on Friday, load the big stuff into the truck, he follows me with his car, we unload the truck, and then I go to work. That's really the only way the no-CJ plan works, because Rijid does not drive stick. (Heehee. CJ believed me when I said I did. I kid, of course. I'm almost 90% sure I can drive his truck without incident.) The getting up early part is because the truck has no cover, and I really don't want to leave all my furniture just out in the parking lot while I'm working. Someone might steal it....er, laugh at it.

Shut up, OK? SHUT UP! I had a difficult day.

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