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I made the calls, forwarded my resume, sent the follow-up emails and made the move.  One sentence cannot emphasize the amount of stress I have gone through during the last two months.  I packed up my apartment, donated most of my stuff, and put eight boxes and a bag in storage.  I couldn’t fly with my cats so I rented a car and actually drove from Florida to Maryland. Oh…holy…Jesus…that was stressful.  I haven’t driven a car since 2008 so yeah, not only my life was in danger, but also my cats, and anyone on the road or the sidewalk.  I left Monday night, arrived in NYC on Wednesday afternoon. I slept for 10 hours in 3 days. I was a wreck.  But now I’m so much happier.  New York is amazing. I still haven’t found  an apartment yet, and have resorted to staying with friends.  I start my new job this week and I’m working on getting another one.  I don’t know what is going to happen next, but I know I am much happier here.

Things are going well with the new apartment.  The few friends who have come by like the layout and the open feeling when there.  I just wish I had more furniture. I am focusing on decorating it, and putting something on the walls! I went from owning a 2BR/1.5BA with a basement and a deck in Baltimore to renting a studio apartment with an eat-in kitchen in Miami Beach.  I’ve given away or sold most of my furniture from previous residences so I’m starting from scratch.  My place looks like a serial killer lives there, with a mattress on the floor, a tv, a pitifully small futon, and a desk. There is no table to eat on and I have two forks, two spoons, two plates, two knives, etc.  If more than one person comes over, I have to eat off paper plates. I strongly believe the word minimalism really means having no furniture and barewalls because you’re broke.

I got a job again…finally.   I’m working at a nice boutique hotel AND I will start my retail job soon. Yes, I have two jobs.  I’m already tired with the hotel job, I don’t even want to know what will happen when the second job starts.  But I’m happy to be working.  In other news, the drain to my tub is clogged.  I have emptied two containers of fake Draino into it.  I called Roto Rooter and they wanted to charge me $239 to clear the clog.  I said that was unbelivably high.  The technician went back to his truck to “see how low he could go” and returned with a price of $150.  Oh hell no.  I’m going to do some research and figure it out myself. Until then, it’s a whore’s bath for Shenae.

A frog hopped into the house yesterday.  It took me 15 minutes to get it out, like it didn’t want to leave.  And it wasn’t just any ordinary frog, this was some kind of albino looking grayish white frog with reddish brown eyes.  What is significant about little Kermit’s visit is that frogs are a symbol of prosperity in feng shui and if one hops into your house, it means that money is going to be coming to you.  Love that feng shui!

I got a new job, moved to a new apartment and my bank reimbursed me for the British Airways debacle.  But the best thing is that I am a few weeks away from purchasing a new Mac. I am going to order a super duper MacBook Pro. Oh I can’t wait. No more hitting the “i” and “o” buttons with all my strength in order for them to work. Did I mention that I’m getting a Blackberry? Oops, forgot about that one. No more phantom calls and I will get my txt messages on time, not 2 or 3 days after.  Life is sweet.

So I got a job…finally.  I am working as a pantry cook at a restaurant near my apartment.  Gotta love that two minute commute. I chop things, rather, massacre food, make sauces, cure or smoke meats while listening to rock music on the radio.  It’s very easy and I’m getting my chef legs back.  I still think I’m slow. I haven’t cooked in a restaurant kitchen in over four years.  It doesn’t matter.  I like to learn new things, I learn fast and I like to work, so I look better than the lazy people they had before.  The downside is that I haven’t found a part-time job to supplement the day job income.  Why do I need another job?  I have two words for you: student loans.  I can’t defer them any longer.

I have been busy organizing my life.  All of my laundry is almost done, my kitchen sparkles, and I re-filed my taxes.  Apparently, the state of Maryland LOST my 1999 taxes.  I am not joking, they lost them!  This is why I hate Maryland. Anyway, I have a drinking club to plan for, a happy hour and a wedding to attend this week.  Yes, I am trying to be a busy bee.  I am counting down until I start my knitting and sewing classes.  And I am thinking about buying a DVD player.  I am a movie fanatic, so I am surprised that I haven’t purchased one yet. Email me your suggestions if you have any.

I love Old Navy. I just got my order today. I love ribbed turtleneck sweaters and little tees. I look good in them. I am going to a happy hour at Geckos tonight. It’s because some people want to get out, but I am going to celebrate my kick ass review and raise. Oh yeah, I am in another tax bracket, baby! And yes, I will be sporting some of the new threads tonight.

I had a choice between figuring out what I want to do about the housing situation or post.  I attempted to figure out what I am going to do, since I did not get approved for the loan, but that is not working.  In fact, I get sad and upset just thinking about it.  No more Money Pit for me.  No fabulous 1900 square foot pristine carriage house for me.  Yep, I am still getting screwed in taxes by the IRS.  So I have a choice of staying where I am or moving to a place with roommates.  Ah yes, roommates. Everyone that I had in the past has taken things from me. Like food, clothes and men.  Therefore, I should look to male roommates.  Hmmm.  Interesting thought.  Well, that is where I am at right now.  Yeah it sucks.

I have finally come to terms with the fact that my life sucks.  I have a fraction of a social life. I am not even going to open that Pandora’s box I call my “dating situation.”  The second job is bringing in extra money, but not as much as I expected.  It has gotten to the point now where three people are sent home almost every shift.  The only thing that keeps me going is the faith that I will buy the Money Pit.  I talked to a home ownership counselor today.  If I don’t qualify for this first-time-home-buyer-special-loan thing, the following actions will take place: I will cry, yell, maim and kill everyone associated with the home buying process, including all the banks in the tri-state area.