Answering Phones, Dropping F Bombs and So Much More

Today I am working at Todd's office, covering the phones while his Administrative Assistant is out. While answering the phone is not the most difficult task I am in constant paranoia that I will either hang up on or drop an F bomb while one of his important clients is on the phone. I predict I will do this at least 359 times today. I think the worst part is having to tell people who's on the phone, because I always forget the name of the callers--despite the fact that they told me not .5 seconds before. Just now, I called one of the employees here and said "It's um... Shit! What was his name? Bill? Bob? From Something Telecom?" It's not my forte, but I am glad to help out for a day or two if it means making everyone else's job around here a bit easier.

Remember how I said we'd be closing on the new house on Friday? Remember how I said I was diligently packing the entire house? Well, on Tuesday--a scant 3 days before the closing--the seller requested an extension on the closing for another 2 weeks.

It's funny because just the other day I woke up and said to Todd, "I had the strangest dream last night. In the dream Mr. Seller Man wasn't ready to move and at the closing he told us how his house isn't ready yet. So we suggested that he live in our old, vacant house until we close on that one."

"That's funny," Todd said. "I dreamt almost the same thing. But in my dream he didn't live in our house. You're just weird for dreaming that."

"Uh yeah, that's where dream crosses over into nightmare," I said.

So, we're not moving this weekend. I will not spend next week scraping the bits of broken mirror off the walls in the radioactive orange room. But I have packed just about everything and left us with a week's worth of clothing. I have already scheduled the electricity and cable to be put into our names. So I have to go and reschedule all that.

I hate to be pessimistic, but I wonder if we'll ever get to move in at all.