Moving Day

So I got moved this morning at work. Yay! And no paint fumes, so I may actually go home without a migraine today. Even bigger Yay!

Chastened

AND, I should have gotten my new furnace this morning. As I walked into the apartment building after getting home from work yesterday evening, I ran into the maintenance guy who’s been workin overtime to get all the furnaces replaced this last week. Nothin takes the wind outta self-righteous irritation like seein the poor dood who’s workin his tail off to get stuff done. I felt sufficiently chastened, though I never expressed my irritation to the apartment folks. We went over a few of my special considerations (ie: Ms. Pukesalot) so I feel confident that he’ll keep an eye out.

Moving Musings

Regardless, I’m still seriously considering moving into a bigger place here in Columbia. Mom agrees it’s a good idea. I passed my thoughts by her this morning to get her input and advice. She agrees I need more space if I’m going to remain in Columbia for a li’l while… plus an apartment complex that caters to students is not my most attractive option at the moment. I’ve moved past my temporary resentment of my neighbors for their behavior… they’re just bein students and having fun. They’re supposed to have fun at this time in their life. I simply don’t wish to be around them as they are doing so.

Finance Concerns

I’ll have to play around with a few options, but I think my most challenging task is putting forth a proposal to Gram in order to borrow some money. I’ve a combination of my standing cc debt, a new car, and moving expenses to consider, and I won’t be able to secure a loan from a bank for that combination without a ridiculous finance rate. The woman has a tidy sum saved in the bank, but she has a VERY difficult time wrapping her mind around the possibility of putting it anywhere but in that bank.

Gram, the Loan Institution

Mom and Pop have already secured a loan from her to pay off the last of their mortgage… reducing their FC by half, yet still giving her an interest rate 3 times higher than her money was making in the bank. And they’ll have her repaid in 4 years. But she fussed and fussed over the decision before agreeing. Having grown up in the Depression era, she’s still terrified she will lose every penny she owns, and will never see it again if she lets it go.

So… if I want to try a similar type loan (with a MUCH smaller sum of money), I gotta phrase my request in just the right manner. Mom says Gram has already commented on my “financial irresponsibility” so I may have to make a promise or two about spending until I get her paid off. The folks know I’m good on my word, cuz I borrowed a much smaller sum from them a few years ago, when I was struggling just to support myself… and they know I honor my debts to family first. I’ve never welched on a loan in my life, nor missed a payment, but I suppose it may be a bit more difficult to explain this to Gram. We’ll see. I’d like to get moved by time my lease is up in June.

Assembly, Here I Come?

Amway, since I’m so far feeling pretty good today… and the maintenance guy SHOULD be done coming in and out of my apartment, I think mebbe I can finally start assembling my new desk tonight. I suspect it will take a few nights to accomplish, so if I have to leave all of my ‘puter stuff out on the kitchen for a few days, I’ll feel more comfortable with no strangers comin through. Last night, I wasn’t good for much, so I just vegged in front of the tv all night… Bus Snob called and we talked a bit, but that’s about all that got done.

Welp, I have a meeting to work on, so I’ll wrap this up. My new location in the office is still taking some getting used to. I’ve always been at the end of the row… now I’m smack dab in the middle. At least I have a great view of who all’s in their office or not. :)