My best friend from back home is moving to Chicago tomorrow.
Is it wrong that I’m so annoyed that I have to meet her at the train on my day off? I have been working non-stop for about a month. Last week, my days off were spent looking for a bike (and what a bike I found!). This week, I only have tomorrow off, and I have to escort her to my apartment. And then we’re supposed to go apartment searching afterward. Ugh.
I need some fucking sleep! All I want to do is sleep in. I’m exhausted. Not only do I have to get up to meet her at noon, I have to take the train to get there. I’ve though about biking to Union Station, as it’s quicker, cheaper and more efficient. But I’d still have to take it back to my place with her. Oh. And I have to wake up early to clean my room, as she’ll be sleeping in it for the next two weeks.
Fred and I also had plans to make dinner tomorrow night. When I learned she was coming, I was bummed. Since it’s her first night, I don’t want to just abandon her. Fred immediately suggested that we make something that she could eat too. I got ingredients today. Then I remembered that I’m supposed to go to a work bowling party that night. I’d totally go and take Fred and Chrissy, but she doesn’t have a bike. And I hate the CTA so much that I would just rather not go at all. Fred offered to quickly build up a bike that she could ride just so I could go. He has everything but pedals, and he’s trying to get into that anyway. How did I find a guy so fucking amazing? Oh. Right. The internet.
I’ve been waiting so long for her to get up here. We’re supposed to move in less than 2 weeks, but we still don’t have a place. She hasn’t been able to come up sooner because of work and other random bullshit. I literally cannot take time off of work right now. It’s sort of the worst time for her to come. Plus, someone told me May and June were the worst months to find a place.
I feel terrible for resenting her so much. I know once we actually do find a place and move in that everything will be great. Right now, though…it’s just such an inconvenience. Plus, I checked my bank account yesterday. Not good. Why’d I get such an expensive bike? Where did all my money go? Why did Whole Foods short me on hours, did they, and is it possible I can get that rectified ASAP? I really do not want to ask my parents for money. Mostly, because I don’t know if they’ll give it to me. There’s no chance my insurance money will come in on time. I have another check before I move, but only barely.
If only I didn’t have that accident, lose my little Schwinn and have to buy the Dolan, I’d have a good extra $800 in the bank. Then I wouldn’t have the new bike, which I love unconditionally.
Things were looking up for a while, but now I’m freaking out a little. Blerg.
