Final Wrap-Up of Work Move

On Tuesday I slept in as best I could and dragged my sorry ass to the new office where it took me 6 hours to file some documents in tribal court because first I had to dig out of my temporary office so that I could move around and find things. Then I had to find the documents. Then I had to set up my old stand alone computer and printer. (We’re not on the network yet and don’t have voicemail — this whole transition could probably have been handled better but we’re there now so we’re all dealing.) Then I had to find envelopes. Then I had to find a stapler. You know the aftermath of moving is always chaos until you can get everything organized.

I should also probably mention that, so far, the new firm is super fantastic and everyone has been friendly and helpful. And here’s an advantage to the move: there are other people to take care of things. I don’t have to do all the problem solving. This is fantastic.

I left early (4pm) because I was still so tired I couldn’t think straight. I slept about 11 hours. Weds and Thurs were long days. I’m still adapting to it all.

I don’t have paid parking downtown anymore so at present I’m driving to the park and ride and taking the light rail (yellow line). It’s not a big deal but it’s a major pain in the ass to get used to a whole new routine. The ride there has taken shorter than expected (usually 45 mins. door to door) but the ride home has taken longer than expected– usually a full hour. I’m still figuring it all out.

It’s amazing how a major disrupt to the routine has impacted my entire existence. A routine is something you don’t have to think about. So all this new stuff is occupying more of my limited brain bandwidth so I ended up forgetting all sorts of loose end, misplacing things and flaking out on stuff. And having all these oddball anxieties like opening a drawer in the morning and thinking, “OMIGOD, I must replace all of my underwear.”

Today is the first day in about 2 weeks where I don’t have to do anything or be anywhere. (Well, I scheduled a massage, but that’s hardly onerous.) I need to get my act together but the couch is so inviting and I have fresh Buffy…

Tomorrow. Tacoma. Wintergrass.

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