A Frustrating Day

Even I get off my groove sometimes.

Yesterday was a frustrating day.  No end of the world sorts of things that really just tend to slow accumulate into an escalation of frustration.

The first thing was simply that some recruiters that said they were going to get back to me did not.  This not as uncommon a thing as it might sound like - my experience with most is you are their best friend right up to the point that you are not a viable candidate - but none the less disappointing if, in theory, you are waiting for an update.

While this waiting was going on, there was a second waiting:  waiting for a repairman to show up and complete the repairs on the dryer.  We had identified the problem last month and ordered the part, which showed up while I was in New Home.  I had to set an appointment at the time, and then move it thrice to make sure that it would be while I was present here.  The repair company sent emails 5 days out, 2 days out, 1 day out, and the day off letting me know the service was on.  I even had a window:  1000-1400.

Around 1100 I get a call from Uisdean Ruadh, letting me know the Sears repair guy had showed up at his house.  There was not a dryer problem there, but they did look at the pellet stove.   I checked; sure enough, the correct address was on the work order.  

Usidean Ruadh offered to follow up with a text which I requested he do, but nothing. I will call tomorrow.  Worst case, I have the element and can install it myself. It does aggravate me a bit, as it is relatively clear that no-one actually looked at the work order.

Then, it came to packing.

I am down to the last little bits of packing here, yet somehow it seems to take me longer and longer.  I am the only one packing things out at this point as only my "things" are the ones left; everything else has been gone over.  And to be honest, I find it overwhelming, almost more as the items get less. There is a certain amount of emotional turmoil I cannot fully describe.  Part of it is known to me, of course:  the next step after completing packing is having someone come through and take out everything else.  And, given the current likelihood that whatever job I manage to land will be an "on-site" position, the likelihood of being out on a monthly basis dwindles rapidly.  At this point, I only feel like I can count on one more fully trip in March.

And so, I get inside my head about packing.  

Today I set a goal of packing up the rest of the Franciscan Ware which would complete the kitchen.  That was accomplished as it was a single, easy task with to many things.  The remaining item is now the master closet where all of the things we identified last July are stored.  This are less convenient to pack and in some cases have even a greater pull, as they represent family heirlooms or things that likely only I will know about.

And so, I find myself somewhat stressed and emotionally wrung out.

The last two months - heck, the last year - seem like such a wholesale abrupt change to everything that I thought my life was about.  And, sadly, I do not handle change in the best manner.