Continued discombobulation
Sep. 26th, 2006 02:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
feliciakwWell, things at the pawn shop are going a little bit
Better:
I informed Shop Owner that my theater schedule has changed for October (one of our presenters added a matinee to their show), I'm scheduled to get some box office training, and our move to Va is on schedule for March. I also told him that if he needed to find someone whose schedule was more in keeping with his needs, I understand. He got a little freaked out and asked if I was trying to say I didn't want to work there. I said no, but with the move coming up, I didn't think he wanted to put in all the training time with me, only to be back where he started in a couple months. I'm a stop-gap person right now, no big deal, and now that the move has pretty much been thrown in his face (it WILL happen--get used to it), I think he's a little more realistic about my limitations. Also, I told him I know my it shows on my face and in my body language that I'm a bit overwhelmed. He said, "Fair enough."
George and I had talked about the situation, and Geo said he thinks Shop Owner is in denial. (Geo and Shop Owner have been friends since grade school; Shop Owner and family really don't want us to move.) Shop Owner as much as told me so today (not in so many words, but I got the feeling that when I mentioned we have a realtor coming over later this week . . . that was a bucket of cold water on the situation). So I think we've kind of settled into an understanding of sorts.
The move is
Freaking me out:
Just the thought of having to pack up an entire house is freaking me out. And George wants to put the house on the market at the end of November. What if it sells--we won't have a place to live. We'd have to put stuff into storage and get an apartment, which sort of uses up the downpayment money we'd otherwise have from the sale of the house. Plus, with 4 cats, we'd have to find a place that allowed pets. Eep.
Plus, while George will still have his same job and mostly the same co-workers, I'll be completely without anything familiar. No family, no familiar co-workers, no job (as it stands right now, though there's something I hope will come through), no friends . . . it's kind of a lonely prospect.
It's just all so overwhelming.
I keep telling myself that we'll have what we need when the time comes. Abraham didn't even know where he was going when God told him to pack up and leave. At least I know where we're going.
But the whole situation makes me very tense.
What with the crisp autumn air and the shortening days, I want to retreat into the pages of a Harry Potter book and forget about the rest of it.
Better:
I informed Shop Owner that my theater schedule has changed for October (one of our presenters added a matinee to their show), I'm scheduled to get some box office training, and our move to Va is on schedule for March. I also told him that if he needed to find someone whose schedule was more in keeping with his needs, I understand. He got a little freaked out and asked if I was trying to say I didn't want to work there. I said no, but with the move coming up, I didn't think he wanted to put in all the training time with me, only to be back where he started in a couple months. I'm a stop-gap person right now, no big deal, and now that the move has pretty much been thrown in his face (it WILL happen--get used to it), I think he's a little more realistic about my limitations. Also, I told him I know my it shows on my face and in my body language that I'm a bit overwhelmed. He said, "Fair enough."
George and I had talked about the situation, and Geo said he thinks Shop Owner is in denial. (Geo and Shop Owner have been friends since grade school; Shop Owner and family really don't want us to move.) Shop Owner as much as told me so today (not in so many words, but I got the feeling that when I mentioned we have a realtor coming over later this week . . . that was a bucket of cold water on the situation). So I think we've kind of settled into an understanding of sorts.
The move is
Freaking me out:
Just the thought of having to pack up an entire house is freaking me out. And George wants to put the house on the market at the end of November. What if it sells--we won't have a place to live. We'd have to put stuff into storage and get an apartment, which sort of uses up the downpayment money we'd otherwise have from the sale of the house. Plus, with 4 cats, we'd have to find a place that allowed pets. Eep.
Plus, while George will still have his same job and mostly the same co-workers, I'll be completely without anything familiar. No family, no familiar co-workers, no job (as it stands right now, though there's something I hope will come through), no friends . . . it's kind of a lonely prospect.
It's just all so overwhelming.
I keep telling myself that we'll have what we need when the time comes. Abraham didn't even know where he was going when God told him to pack up and leave. At least I know where we're going.
But the whole situation makes me very tense.
What with the crisp autumn air and the shortening days, I want to retreat into the pages of a Harry Potter book and forget about the rest of it.
