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So, the weekend
May. 4th, 2009 12:42 pmThe good news is that my aunt is moved, almost all her belongings are in her new apartment and nothing got broken in transit. When I left, most of her stuff was piled in approximately the rooms it will stay in and most of the furniture was in peices, but she had a bed, a chair and a kitchen table with chairs so she's sorted. Plus her telephone, TV and Internet were all hooked up without problems on Saturday so communications are a go.
It's going to take her a while to get everything sorted out, unpacked, constructed and set up. She's got a fair bit of sorting through and chucking out still to do because her ex-housemate ensured that she didn't have time to do any packing last week. This is also the reason why some of her stuff is still at the house. Sadly, that means the ex-housemate will be getting her to do 'little jobs' (hmm) for her every time my aunt goes over to pick things up. Damn.
Still, considering how hard the ex-housemate was working to ensure that the move didn't happen and how determined she was that most of our time would be spent rearranging her stuff in the space my aunt has vacated, it wasn't too bad.
The bad news is that I spent a lot of the weeekend working remotely when I wasn't moving my aunt. This is because our big month end jobs ran over the weekend, I was the contact for it and everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. My boss told me that it went pretty smoothly, she thought. Um, hello?
The biggest frustration of the weekend happened around 6am Sunday morning. I was totally shattered when I finally crawled home Saturday night (9.30pm) but still had to sit up doing some work stuff for an hour. After that, I made some cocoa to relax myself a bit before trying to sleep and took some painkillers.
Apparently I got too relaxed. I vaguely remember something painful happening to my knee, but at 6am I woke up with a cat crying outside the door and a dead foot. My knee dislocated while I was sleeping. Thankfully I was still so dopey and relaxed that it went back easily and I drifted off to sleep again, ignoring the cat. She was probably wondering why I was still asleep, OMG, it's 6am! I managed to sleep until my alarm went off at 8am and did some more work from my bed before going off for the final round of moving stuff. And then I did another hour of work when I got home. Bleh. My knee actually feels pretty OK now, just stiff if I sit too long, but the disturbed night and the necessity to get up and work when I'd planned to sleep in a bit did not make me happy particularly as it was due to someone else's mistake.
Now I'm at work in my office, feeling exceedingly tired with a monster headache. Unfortunately I have some work-ish stuff to do when I get home, but I plan on getting that out of the way and then having an early night.
I'm very pissed off that right now I've had three dislocations and one sprain and it's only the beginning of May. Last year, I managed one dislocation and no sprains all year. WTF?
It's going to take her a while to get everything sorted out, unpacked, constructed and set up. She's got a fair bit of sorting through and chucking out still to do because her ex-housemate ensured that she didn't have time to do any packing last week. This is also the reason why some of her stuff is still at the house. Sadly, that means the ex-housemate will be getting her to do 'little jobs' (hmm) for her every time my aunt goes over to pick things up. Damn.
Still, considering how hard the ex-housemate was working to ensure that the move didn't happen and how determined she was that most of our time would be spent rearranging her stuff in the space my aunt has vacated, it wasn't too bad.
The bad news is that I spent a lot of the weeekend working remotely when I wasn't moving my aunt. This is because our big month end jobs ran over the weekend, I was the contact for it and everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. My boss told me that it went pretty smoothly, she thought. Um, hello?
The biggest frustration of the weekend happened around 6am Sunday morning. I was totally shattered when I finally crawled home Saturday night (9.30pm) but still had to sit up doing some work stuff for an hour. After that, I made some cocoa to relax myself a bit before trying to sleep and took some painkillers.
Apparently I got too relaxed. I vaguely remember something painful happening to my knee, but at 6am I woke up with a cat crying outside the door and a dead foot. My knee dislocated while I was sleeping. Thankfully I was still so dopey and relaxed that it went back easily and I drifted off to sleep again, ignoring the cat. She was probably wondering why I was still asleep, OMG, it's 6am! I managed to sleep until my alarm went off at 8am and did some more work from my bed before going off for the final round of moving stuff. And then I did another hour of work when I got home. Bleh. My knee actually feels pretty OK now, just stiff if I sit too long, but the disturbed night and the necessity to get up and work when I'd planned to sleep in a bit did not make me happy particularly as it was due to someone else's mistake.
Now I'm at work in my office, feeling exceedingly tired with a monster headache. Unfortunately I have some work-ish stuff to do when I get home, but I plan on getting that out of the way and then having an early night.
I'm very pissed off that right now I've had three dislocations and one sprain and it's only the beginning of May. Last year, I managed one dislocation and no sprains all year. WTF?
