I discovered that the original Harvest Moon for SNES was available on the Wii Virtual Console. I had never played that version before, instead starting with Gameboy's More Friends of Mineral Town. I played Harvest Moon for five hours on Saturday. It calms the nerves. Virtual farming for the anxious.
I don't work as regularly as I want, with the data entry job done I get less long term assignments. On the plus side, they've all been considerably less work. I finished two books in two days working for an evil lobbyist, and on Friday despite my requests for more work, something please anything, I read about 30 Rock, Mad Men, Ghost Whisperer, Missing White Woman Syndrome, Sarah Palin, American Media bias and the District of Columbia on Wikipedia.
Thank God for the public library. And for Mad Men appearing on Surfthechannel in a timely fashion
Other than that, I've been good. Walking so much my feet are all torn up, but what can you do?
It is 2.5 miles to work. But when your commute costs you $7 a day, suddenly spending an hour walking as opposed to 40 minutes walking/metro starts to look pretty good.
Apparently the AmEx bill is $1037. We have $1040 after the rent check cleared...we can barely pay off the moving expenses, but we did it.
One day at work we had a fifteen minute conversation about the Liberty Bell forever stamp. It was the most exciting fifteen minutes at work I had ever spent.
In my twoish weeks of data entry, these so far are my fave email user names:
Every day I have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, crackers, and nutra-grain bar for lunch. I am uncool. I also pretend like I'm getting coffee when I'm really getting a French Vanilla Cappuccino.
Apparently toasted ravioli are regional to St. Louis, and if I want some, I will have to either somehow get to an Olive Garden ten miles away, or make them myself. This makes me hate my parents, because they didn't know it was regional but fed it to me at least once a month my entire childhood.
Today someone stopped Dan and me, and asked, "Are you two still in love? You're in love, right?"
I got word that the guy who I kissed last September, the one with the girlfriend (they have since broken up) has recently gotten caught for lying to two girls, saying each one was his "only". Yeah. I'm not denying my fault in this (I should know better than to kiss assholes) but its good to know that it wasn't mostly me. If he hadn't done things with me, it would have been someone else..
Data entry, my current temp position, is so boring that I imagined hacking off my right hang on Friday. I wouldn't have to enter any more data, ever. I would be so much less efficient with only my left hand. But I got over it, I'm getting paid for this, and its kinda for a good cause. So I go on, paying attention to the data I am entering and looking at the clock, watching as the minutes dissolve into my morning break, lunchtime, afternoon break, and time to go home.
I miss reading US Weekly, which I got to read for free during my breaks at Blockbuster. Instead I sit outside a building downtown and eat a peanut butter sandwich. Stop in the lunch room, get a coffee, back to work.
I have furniture now, a bed, desk, couch, super nice television, and dining table. And city life is just like Urbana life...I still have to do laundry all the fucking time.
I am no longer sleeping on a hardwood floor. I am the proud co-owner of a bed, not just a mattress on the floor or a pile of blankets on a hardwood floor. I slept so well last night.
When discussing jobs, it's nice to have someone say, "But if you took that job, I would never see you!"