Why can't endings just.... end?
I'm not good at sleeping on planes.
Knowing this, I felt pretty casual about the lack of sleep that Jus & I would get prior to our departure. I was a little concerned for Jus - without a good eight hours sack time, she can move into a pretty 'interesting' state of mind.
Don't ask me to define 'interesting'.
Despite all that, I had no inkling of just how much time the whole 'lets put our stuff in storage' plan was going to consume.
We're both busy people. We work full time jobs as well as working on our own design business. I also freelance for a national technology magazine.
Here's our timeline for that last week:
Tonight after work, Jus comes in with all of our clothes and dumps the whole lot on the College boardroom table. We spend about three hours sorting out what we're going to take and leave the rest, bribing the night supervisor with pizza to quietly pack and hide the remainder (a substantial pile). Off to Melbourne airport.
We've checked in and I'm posting from a terminal in the airport.
Total hours sleep: about 6 hours.
We leave at 1am.
MOOD: HYPERSONIC BABY!
Knowing this, I felt pretty casual about the lack of sleep that Jus & I would get prior to our departure. I was a little concerned for Jus - without a good eight hours sack time, she can move into a pretty 'interesting' state of mind.
Don't ask me to define 'interesting'.
Despite all that, I had no inkling of just how much time the whole 'lets put our stuff in storage' plan was going to consume.
We're both busy people. We work full time jobs as well as working on our own design business. I also freelance for a national technology magazine.
Here's our timeline for that last week:
- Thursday Night: Packing starts. We get about 1 hour of sleep.
- Friday Night: Continued packing. No sleep to speak of.
- Saturday:Removalists arrive. We haven't finished packing, so they just take the bulk of it. There's also an Open day at the college where I teach and I can't get out of attending. While I'm there, Jus doesn't quit - just keeps on dragging stuff over to the storage shed. I come home. We keep packing. May two or three hours of sleep.
- Sunday: Buy cold weather gear and remaining supplies, continue to pack, start to clean. Absolutely no sleep.
- Monday: I Go to work, Jus finishes cleaning and hands in keys about an hour late. Real Estate Agency wants to charge us for a whole day of 'accommodation'. Jus can't deal with the insufferable twits at Wilson Pride without completely losing the plot - which I can't blame her for. She's suffered the bulk of the packing and cleaning, continuing on during the day while I work. I get on the phone, do my 'dance of the angry tenant' which involves liberal abuse. No extra money is paid.
Tonight after work, Jus comes in with all of our clothes and dumps the whole lot on the College boardroom table. We spend about three hours sorting out what we're going to take and leave the rest, bribing the night supervisor with pizza to quietly pack and hide the remainder (a substantial pile). Off to Melbourne airport.
We've checked in and I'm posting from a terminal in the airport.
Total hours sleep: about 6 hours.
We leave at 1am.
MOOD: HYPERSONIC BABY!
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