It’s moving week!

It’s a boring story, but I got some texts from my coworker that I’m probably going to be in trouble for not checking expiration dates when I closed on Wednesday night. I’m sure that if they wanted to get picky, they would find that those codes probably expired on the days previous when I wasn’t even working, but I’m the one who got caught, and I’m the one who will probably also get written up. Also got chastised by my boss on Friday for lettuce being banded improperly (a job that I hadn’t even been there to do since Monday) which I had made a point of correcting when I worked on said Monday. When I pointed the discrepancy out, he said, “I don’t care. It’s still getting screwed up and I know you’re doing it.” The coworker who had done the job in the interim told me that when he has to work the greens wall he cuts corners if he has to do it more than a couple days in a row. He thought he would have time to catch up before the boss noticed. It’s all stupid stuff (yes, expiration dates can be important, but we’re talking about the dates on stuff like eggroll wrappers) that sound, and is, petty. Added up, it’s pretty fucking annoying.

swaggeringcad:

supcake:

what’s the worst thing you did to an ex to try and make them miserable?

I married her.

Good one.

While we’re having a break in the hot weather, I’m headed to the new house to paint like the wind. All these colors probably sound tacky together, but when it works out the way I want, I’ll be crazy like a fox. Our bedroom will be a peacock blue/teal, the bathroom(s) will be a mid-tone orange, and while I won’t be painting the whole kitchen, I’ll be using lime green to paint parts of furniture. I’m going to carry those colors in decorating through the rest of the house so that it will all tie together. Violet picked out Blushing Princess pink for her room (complete with glitter topcoat), and that will be sort of an entity unto itself.

Gah! This is happening!

Also, our alarm system plays the Mission Impossible theme song after you set it to time you out the door. It’s pretty boss.

It was a long, busy day, but it all got done.

We heard back from the loan officer 2 hours before the closing to get the final number we needed for the certified check. She was very adamant that it had to be a CERTIFIED CHECK. A cashier’s check would not do. Getting a certified check is a process that involves time and paperwork. It also costs $15 as opposed to $2. In the real estate attorney’s office, he looked at it and said, “a certified check? I don’t get these often. People usually just use a cashier’s check.” Fucking Dulce! The closing was actually a lot of fun. The lawyer was a funny guy. It only took about 45 minutes, they handed over the key, and we left happy.

My MIL was watching Violet while we closed, and I had decided that I was going to take V to go see the house for the first time while SC was at work. His mom ended up coming for the drive with us since she hadn’t seen the inside, either. We get to the house, go to unlock the door, and the key doesn’t fit. At all. Not even close. I don’t have the seller’s number so I call our realtor, she calls the seller, seller calls the property manager to bring the master to us, calls the realtor back, realtor calls me to hang tight. It was about a 20 minute wait but we switch keys and we finally get it.

We tour the place, hang out for a little while. I bring in some cleaning supplies. We head out with our hands full of odds and ends. I set the alarm, I lock both locks. I check the door. We go home (it’s about a half hour drive).

We get home. MIL heads out. I get the kid settled. I decide to take a pic of the key to do a “look what we have” post. I can’t find the key. I check everything. The bags, my purse, the car. Nothing. I lost the key the first day we have our new house. Asshole.

I’ll be meeting the locksmith tomorrow to rekey the locks.

We close in 3 hours, but still haven’t gotten word from our loan officer on what we need our certified check from the bank made out for.  Her name has become part of curse in our house, regardless of what the offense was. Drop a glass? Fucking Dulce! Stuck in traffic? Fucking Dulce!!

It’s supposed to be humid and in the 90s all weekend (that’s like the depths of hell to a New Englander). We won’t be ready to finish moving into our new house until the 21st, but there’s stuff we want to get done; like cleaning and painting and hauling in the not super necessary stuff. Both houses have the bedrooms on the second floor. I REFUSE to put the ACs in the window at our current place even though we’ll still be sleeping there. There’s going to be so much sweat.

brittaeileen said: Good luck!!

Yours is tomorrow, too, right? Good luck to you, Lady! *clicky tongue gun fingers*

Going for the last walk-through of the house in an hour. Third scheduled closing date is set for tomorrow. Third times a charm? Here we go!