Moving is the worst. Plain and simple.
It has been nearly two weeks since I finally retrieved all of my belongings from my parent’s house and I feel no closer to being settled. In addition to my accommodations being a mess, my utilities still aren’t setup correctly. I haven’t figured out the correct voodoo I have to perform to get my radiators to hit the right temperature without hissing like a banshee all night. And Time Warner is no closer to bringing me the damned DVR that I order 4 weeks ago.
At least I have the interwebs, there’s that. I suppose.
The primary reason my apartment is in such disarray is the same reason I can even have the apartment in the first place: my job. You don’t know the meaning of pain until you work serious overtime and don’t get paid for it (salaried isn’t as great as it’s cracked up to be kids). However, I think I’ll feel a lot better once I can get into a better rhythm with my work schedule.
On the bright side winter has finally settled in Cleveland. Not that I’m particularly enamoured with fighting through snowy traffic, although I am enamoured with snow. Or that I have fallen in love with temperatures that result in conditions that can only be described by the term “shrinky dink“. But at least the bitter cold is finally accompanied by a thin white layer over everything outside my window. Cold without snow seems, weird.
On the dark side of things there has been some talk that rekindles my ire. Some of which pisses me off. We go into the latter of these links in some depth in the newest episode; which will come out by Wednesday. But the thing that I can’t get irritated over is the one that should irk me.
This blog post by 1up’s Sam Kennedy goes into more depth than I have seen so far in covering the aspects of the story. But I’m not incensed over it like I was back when the story originally broke. Just like the boxes stacked in my dinning room, the whole incident has so much baggage that I’d rather not open it up for fear of being stuck in the shit forever.
Yeah, it’s getting to the point where I think that the ‘older’ generations that grew up without video games (and have no interest in actually discovering them; read: don’t play) will never understand or accept them. It’s going to be another 20 years or so down the line when (and I think you guys have touched on this before) the oldest generation of people alive have had video games their entire lives. Kinda sad, but I think it’s true.
Salaried IS actually all it’s cracked up to be…. just not until you get to your second or third job. That’s what I hear at least (and I feel your pain).
Lux