I finally get to be selfish!

Finally all growed up! For the most part…

I will post pictures of the house soon. I started a post with  a couple of pictures.. but got tired of copy, paste, resize, describe. Copy, paste resize, describe. Enough for one day. Maybe tomorrow.

Zac and I are all moved in. We finally have a table (which I am on the fence about… maybe if we paint it… then I might like it), a dresser (F You Ikea for coming in so many pieces), and I now have my very own desk in my very own office, which I will probably never use thanks to the portability of my laptop and the lack of a monitor for my desktop. Hello future junk holder.

It’s weird finally being out on my own. I keep thinking we are on vacation or something, and I am going to have to go back to my parents house soon and get on with things. But I don’t! It’s MY house. MY couch to sprawl out on. MY kitchen to cook what I want to cook in. MY mess to clean up. Well, Zac’s too. So maybe OUR is the operative word. Still.

MINE MINE MINE. Now, if my socks disappear it’s either because the dryer ate them… or I lost them. NOT because my mom or sister “borrowed” them and then claimed them as their own.

On another note.. Since the house we are renting is so old…it has some little quirks.

For example:
   The Water: Don’t even think about taking a shower in both bathrooms at the same time… or washing your hands/the dishes /turning on any water source while another is on at the same time.
   Problem: The water doesnt like to share. Wash hands while one person is showering? Pulls all the water from the shower and uses it in the sink. Wash dishes while the washing machine is running in the basement? Pulls all the water from the washing machine and gives it to the sink.
   Solution: Prioritize and schedule water usage accordingly. Which usually means doing laundry around bedtime and washing dishes right after dinner, and not having to use the bathroom during any of these events, or there will be no water!

   The Electricity: Vacuum and have lights on at the same time? Maybe! Turn on the light in the stairway to the basement and the basement lights at the same time? Nah.
   The Problem: I’m sure this is common in a lot of people’s houses, and most older houses… but whenever I have the lights on and want to vacuum, the lights flicker and dim. When we turn on the light in the stairwell going to the basement, and the basement lights, the basement lights dim and the stairwell light pulls all the electricity from the basement lights.
   The Solution: I vacuum anyway.. It better not blow my tv up tripping the breaker! And we just don’t turn on the stairwell light. Stupid lights.

It seems our house has a sharing problem. It is very stingy.

But I like it anyway.

I changed my car insurance from Virginia to Maryland today. It cost me roughly $60 more every 6 months.. Which isn’t bad.. But I like my $60! I don’t want to pay more! Stupid Maryland and all your crappy taxes.

“I’m sorry. I did not get that”

Sunday is getting closer and closer. Moving into my *first* house on my OWN is becoming more of a reality.

The fear of having enough money to pay the bills has already sunk in.

The irritation of knowing that my credit score just went down a couple more numbers because I had to let the cable company run my credit so they could make sure I was worthy of their television/internet/telephone goodness, is raising hairs on my neck.

Seriously? Go down again? After Honda ran my credit for my car, the New York and Company store card I got ran my credit, the realtor ran my credit for the house, and now another one? I didn’t know it makes the number go down so much when there are so many inquiries! Luckily it is still an AWESOME number for my age. It still makes me sad knowing that I am losing points because everyone and their mom has to check to make sure I’m going to pay my bills.

I’ll pay them! I swear! On time and everything! I’ll whore myself out for money if I have to… well, maybe not. But everyone ponders that situation right? If I can’t pay the bills I could always be a hooker. Call girl? No? Just me? Ok.

Zac and I will be just fine. He makes more money than me anyway. Look out ladies! I got me a suga daddy!

I spent about an hour and a half on teh phone today with all of the utility companies trying to make sure we were going to have gas and water and electricity on Sunday. UGH.

I really hope that in our futuristic lives, they don’t completely replace people in the customer service departments with computers. I HATE the automated crap. Here is my conversation with PEPCO’s ( the electric company) automated service:

Automated Lady: “Hello and thank you for calling PEPCO. For emergency situations, please hang up and dial 911 or say ‘one’ for electrical problems. For billing inquiries say ‘two’. For account information say ‘three.’ To pay your bill by credit card say ‘four.’ To pay your bill by check over the phone say ‘five.’ To hear these options again say ‘repeat.”

Ok. So there is no option to set up new service. What do I choose??

Me: two
AL: I’m sorry I did not get that.
Me: TWO
AL: I’m sorry. Did you say ‘two’? Say ‘yes’ or ‘no’
Me: yes. A loud grunt escaped me and ruined the whole thing: UGHHHHHH!
AL: I’m sorry. I did not get that.
Me: YES. Y-E-S! YES.
AL: Ok. One moment while I process your request.

Followed by 10 minutes of sitting there waiting.

AL: I’m sorry. I could not process your request at this time. Would you like to be transferred to a customer service representative? Say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to stay on the line for more options.
ME: YESSSSSSS!
AL: I’m sorry. I did not get that.
Me: Oh my f*cking christ. YES YES YES. CUSTOMER SERVICE REP!
AL: One moment while I process your request. (5 minutes later) I will now transfer you to a customer service representative. Please stay on the line after your call to complete our survey.

So after spending forever talking to a computer and then finally getting a person, the call took all of 5 minutes. Did I fill out their survey at the end? You bet your ass I did. I think I said something along the lines of “Hire f*cking people to talk to customers when they call. Your automated service is shitty and is going to give me an ulcer.” Then I had to rate the service and I gave all 1’s (bad). Sorry customer service lady if that reflects badly on you.

Then I had to call the gas company. Luckily it was only partially automated and I could just punch buttons on the phone.
“Please enter your 10 digit account number” Hm. I don’t have one. What do I put? 
Me: “000000000000“
“One moment while I transfer you to a representative”

SO easy!! Just push zero a hundred times till the computer gets confused and voila! I win. Then of course I had to wait 20 minutes for someone to pick up. She was kinda dumb. So it took forever to get my information. But its done now. We better have gas this weekend!

Ugh.

_The Big Sis_

The Hungry-Hungry Desk

I’M MOVING!!! YAY! I’M SO EXCITED WHOOO HOOOO!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!

So Zac and I will be officially moving into our house in Silver Spring, Maryland on the 15th of this month.

The paint colors they have are hiteous. We are defintiely painting! But YAY!! More updates and pictures once we move in!

On another note. My desk keeps eating things. I have lost all of the following: all of my white-out, my favorite pen, my other favorite pen, my scissors, 3 of my highlighters, all of my sharpie markers, and 2 rolls of tape.

Dear Desk (or whoever is stealing my stuff),

Cough it up. I would like it back. I make a lot of mistakes and need my white-out. My highlighters were expensive and now I only have ugly colors. My scissors? I will stab you with them when I get them back! Caaaaaan’t cut stuff with my fingers! I liked my pens! Now I have to use this stupid rolly gel pen thing that smears all over the place.

I hate you.

Love, ME.