Loft Living

Okay, I've slacked off again. However, I have good reason for not posting lately. After doing my celebratory "I got a job" shopping, I spent the weekend hanging out with friends and packing up my old place – a major chore I dreaded doing, so I spent all weekend doing bits at a time. I still hadn't heard back from anyone about my contract on Friday, but I wasn't too worried as I wasn't expecting to hear anything until Monday. Monday came and went and not a word about the contract. The bad news came on Tuesday morning when I received an email from the company that hired me, stating they needed to retract my offer. Obviously, my immediate response was, "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" Turns out that nine client projects the company was expecting to complete in 2009 were canceled. As a result, they decided to put a freeze on hiring until they could figure out the market impacts after the new year. So, basically I was screwed and back to square one. I didn’t have a job, had to be out of my apartment on the 1st, was still trying to get Mopsy back to full health and still had a six hour drive ahead of me to Columbus. Happy fucking Thanksgiving!

Well, Thanksgiving with my mom, brother, sister, aunt, uncle and two cousins (not to mention Mopsy, the Columbus family's dog Ralph and their 3 cats, 2 donkeys, horse, bazillion chickens and rooster) was really great. Amazingly enough, no one fought (primarily my family) and no one got in trouble with their parents (primarily the Columbus cousins). The only thing that could have made it better was some drinking. Okay, that makes me sound like an alcoholic...what I mean to say is that we could have used some champagne or wine. However, my uncle really is an alcoholic and therefore my aunt bans all alcoholic bevvies from the house. It sucks because my mom and siblings and I like to think that a family that drinks together stays together. I guess you could say it’s our motto. 

So I left Columbus on Saturday and made the trek back to Chicago - and thank goodness I left when I did, because from what I heard, traveling on Sunday SUCKED. When I arrived at my apartment in Chicago, I immediately began loading up my car and moving stuff to my new place. It took me four trips, three hours and a lot of cursing to complete my move. The next step was the walk-thru...so Sunday I was over at the old apartment doing some light cleaning (luckily I'm kind of OCD about keeping my place clean, so there wasn't too much cleaning required) and completed the walk-thru in 20 minutes.

Now I'm settled into my new place. I picked it because it's pretty. Yes, I am a superficial person and judged the loft by its looks. Heck, you can see for yourself that the place is pretty awesome from the picture to the left. I've always wanted to live in a loft – it always seemed like the cool thing a 20 or 30-something would do. However this loft, while cool, could use some thicker walls. Sunday night I discovered that the walls are so thin that it sounded like my neighbor was sitting on the couch right next to me while he cussed out the Bears (they played a pitiful game, so I don’t blame my neighbor for yelling at them). It’s going to be rather tricky should I throw a party here (which is plausible given that the place has a kegerator) or ever have a sex life again (fingers crossed).