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It's a shockingly quiet day at work today—all the support for the art installation in the Drill Hall had finally hit its groove, and we Facilities/Maintenance sorts can finally sit back a bit in the lull.
In case you were wondering, my life was CONSUMED with the installation of THIS (OH HAI THAR NELLA'S WORK PLACE). It is…a maddening piece. I say MADDENING because the asymmetric noise of heart beats can be heard in my office overlooking the Drill Hall for more than HALF of the work day. That noise made one of my co-workers SEA SICK the first week (she actually threw up from it). Me, it just gives me a nasty throbbing headache from 12-6. I feel like whatever is to be taken away from the piece has been ruined for me as I did watch it go up, and I see it EVERY DAY.
I can't thank the lot of you who commented on my last few entries enough. It's been an insane month for me, and I can't WAIT to bid it farewell. Fuck you, retrograde Mercury. EVERY. FUCKING. TIME.
In happier news...er…
IN OTHER NEWS! I moved out of my apartment on the 15th. Some of you might fondly remember it from out Trek meet-ups (…or, just hazily remember it, the booze DID flow rather freely), and I have taken up the nomadic life until my new place is FINALLY ready to be signed for. Two weeks ago the sellers told us we would be signing the paperwork in two weeks. Two weeks later…we've been told we'll be ready to sign in two weeks. I starting to think I'll never ACTUALLY own this place.
Yes, but a wandering Nella am I! Last week I was staying with friends in Washington Heights, this week I'm staying with my family which means a lovely Long Island Rail Road commute at an hour no sane person should see the light of. But hey, you know what? I've a roof over my head, sono only a few complaints. That DOES mean that unless you are willing to let me crash, I'm homeward bound as soon as the work whistle blows, so to speak, so all evening gatherings shall be (sadly?) Nella-less.
I'm hoping June is a kinder, gentler month to me. I can't wait until I can meet up with those of you I have the privilege of knowing IRL (and raise a glass with you, for the love of God let there be glass-raising). I can't WAIT until I have the time to ACTUALLY read my F-list again.
But until then, I'm not dead yet! *WAVES MADLY!*
Nella Out.
In case you were wondering, my life was CONSUMED with the installation of THIS (OH HAI THAR NELLA'S WORK PLACE). It is…a maddening piece. I say MADDENING because the asymmetric noise of heart beats can be heard in my office overlooking the Drill Hall for more than HALF of the work day. That noise made one of my co-workers SEA SICK the first week (she actually threw up from it). Me, it just gives me a nasty throbbing headache from 12-6. I feel like whatever is to be taken away from the piece has been ruined for me as I did watch it go up, and I see it EVERY DAY.
I can't thank the lot of you who commented on my last few entries enough. It's been an insane month for me, and I can't WAIT to bid it farewell. Fuck you, retrograde Mercury. EVERY. FUCKING. TIME.
In happier news...er…
IN OTHER NEWS! I moved out of my apartment on the 15th. Some of you might fondly remember it from out Trek meet-ups (…or, just hazily remember it, the booze DID flow rather freely), and I have taken up the nomadic life until my new place is FINALLY ready to be signed for. Two weeks ago the sellers told us we would be signing the paperwork in two weeks. Two weeks later…we've been told we'll be ready to sign in two weeks. I starting to think I'll never ACTUALLY own this place.
Yes, but a wandering Nella am I! Last week I was staying with friends in Washington Heights, this week I'm staying with my family which means a lovely Long Island Rail Road commute at an hour no sane person should see the light of. But hey, you know what? I've a roof over my head, so
I'm hoping June is a kinder, gentler month to me. I can't wait until I can meet up with those of you I have the privilege of knowing IRL (and raise a glass with you, for the love of God let there be glass-raising). I can't WAIT until I have the time to ACTUALLY read my F-list again.
But until then, I'm not dead yet! *WAVES MADLY!*
Nella Out.
