Why is it that everyone in Minnesota thinks I don't know my social security number? I realize everyone my age here has a social security number that starts with 477. Mine starts with 447, a freak of hapenstance that they are smimilar. I was born in Oklahoma folks, not Minnesota. If one more banker, customer service rep or HR person tells me I don't know my SSN, or asks me to check it I will probably scream.

My new bank is a bunch of screwups! They can't find existance of the account in which I deposited the money for the purchase of my house. I think it might be time to kill someone.

Why is it the people you have helped move several times never have the time to help you. You know your old and dear friends, the ones who always laud you for your dependability, the ones who stopped talking to you right after you no longer had a truck. Those friends. And the friends you hardly know, or who have met you a hand full of times will come help haull your stuff? Yea! for new people. Down with the old worthless morons. Still looking for bodies in IA saturday morning 8/3 (at about 9ish) and in MN sunday at 8:30ish.

I have been a bit lax about posting anything of interest lately. It is liable to stay that way for another week or three. Things that are going on that are interesting to me. I close on my new house on Tuesday. My old house was inspected and found to be fine, this is good because now the sale can't fall through on those grounds! I really like my new job.

I think I am getting the hang of this job. Maybe. At least I could find my way to lunch. And now I have a key to get into my office. Things are looking up I guess. Spent last night killing electronic things, hacking them to bits with a big nasty weapon...ahh Diablo2 what a pleasent evening.

Anybody want to help me pack in Ames this weekend? Or move next weekend? Loading on Saturday probably, and unloading Sunday in MN.

Got an offer on the house in Ames. That's good. Got the loan approved for the house in MN. Need to find out what the results of the furnace servicing were, or if it happened yet. Hmm..other than that not much going on. Oh dang have to call the roofer and make sure he does NOT resintall the basketball hoop over the garage. I don't want a broken hoop installed.

Wooo hoo first day at the new job. Got an office. Got an exterior window. Got a really helpful guy showing me the ropes. Should be interesting.

woo hoo the house has shown twice. no offers..but hey at least people are looking. I really should have cleaned out the garage already.. I just am not that inspired. I wonder if anybody I know has a paint sprayer. I could paint the inside of the garage white.

Everything is going good right? I just finished my last day at my old job. I have a week in which to pack up the house. I have someone coming to look at it Sunday afternoon. I start a great new job on the 22nd. Why is it I am not happy. Why is it I have gotten to the point where I don't even feel like performing basic tasks like tooth brushing? One would think I should be happy. I'm not. I am just sad and lonely, and I don't want to be around people. Yeah parse that I dare you.

Lonely...but anti-social. Been thinking about this for a bit now. I think it is that being social leads me to realize how bored and lonely and overwhelmed and fried I am the rest of the time. So talking to people, and being with them is harder than being alone. See LT return to hermit state. I am even dreading the limited social interaction that is the AI staff meeting tomorrow.

I was happy for a bit today. Yesterday I got a huge bunch of balloons from the guys in the leper colony. I got taken out to lunch, and dinner. Today the fine folks in C1 threw a party for me, and everyone brought chocolate including cherry filled lindt, and the mega whitman's sampler, along with lots of other neato chocolate things, and a really scary chocolate covered egg roll. That was fun I am really going to miss the folks I worked with. I hope my new coworkers are half as weird.

The documents are all signed. I have a purchase agreement. It is still pending the inspection, but all looks good. Whew one big nasty thing off my plate.

So which is the worse faux paus?
Sending a sympathy card to people who prefer not to acknowledge your existence, therefor forcing them to do so, whilst demonstrating good graces and manners they have never shown you.

or

Not sending a sympathy card when the parents of your partner when their parent dies? (partner's grandparent for those who didn't parse that so well)

Trying to get everthing settled on the house I made an offer on. Good grief this is hard. Oh yeah, and everyone is coming by to say goodbye and stuff. It is werid. People who haven't spoken to me in months. Then the guys at the leper colony gave me a big bunch of balloons, which was realy sweet. Still hunting my abstract. Feeling very distracted and stressed and running 30 directions at once.

silly people are being a pain in the ass they won't reject or accept the offer I put in on the house.. I am sitting in limbo hell for over a week now. ARRRGH!

I had a good time at CONvergence. I am glad I went. I wasn't going to go at all. I suppose I will go next year. I looked at a house while I was there.. it was ok. Current contenders include these. Not so sure about all of this. I just want it over and done with.

Well it looks like the offer on the house I wanted is going to be accepted. Yippee one more thing off my plate.

I have been looking at houses in MN, there is one in brooklyn park with a room that is 11'x42'. My first thought is what the heck do you do with a room that shape if you aren't me. For me the answer is simple... I looked at it and saw 10M airgun range instantly. Other suggestions I have recived include, bowling, and this gem of a quote from my Dad "Darts, dwarf tossing, knife throwing, tumbling, bocce ball, CURLING??? well short form on teflon paper with coffee cans, very short sprints, come quickly to mind."

Iowa is the only state in the union without title insurance. Also, people here actually get their abstract of title for their property and keep it themselves. How weird is that? Anyhow...mine is missing and apparently I now get to hunt it down or have it recreated at great expense. Blerg.

House hunting was hellish. Now I waiting for the dorks I made the offer to to cave and sell me the house for the price I want to pay.