life sucks when weekends suck

this past weekend has been one of the more awful ones by far. late friday, i learned that i had to stay in stratford, ct on saturday because my boss wanted us to be "around," in case something happened. technically, my deal includes me working a 6th day even though i was told that i wouldn't really be working that many saturdays when i signed onto this project. whatever, i'm a team player. so after a miserable friday, when i felt i wasn't able to help people as i ought to, partly because the person handling a lot of the issues left town early, saturday was doomed. i ended up working 11 hours on saturday. but i thought i could look forward to sunday.

i returned to new york saturday evening. the plan for sunday was to clean out the old apartment and hand back the keys and be forever done with the place. then, i was going to have dinner with someone who's begun to remind me what it's like to be happy, before having to head back to connecticut the following morning. but the person i was supposed to meet for dinner...well, kind of disappeared. no replies to messages i left and never called me as sunday night drew later and later. i was frustrated at first but then started to worry that something bad might have happened. it's atypical for this person to not return my calls or to not pick up when i call. i had already spent the previous 2 days worked to the max and being yelled at simply because i was the messenger, and then i got stood up. and then i worried so much that i could barely sleep last night. what a way to start the week.

i'm just really grateful that my sister and her fiance were wonderful with the move and also taking me to a white castle that they've discovered merely 3 blocks away from our new brooklyn home. sharing white castle with two of the most awesome people was the highlight of the weekend. it's the reason i've made it through the weekend and found the courage to face today, being monday. one day down, four more to go...i hope only four...

moving

we're getting ready to move to brooklyn in about two weeks, and i'm not motivated to pack at all. i was so good about it for my last move from los angeles to new york though. i don't understand what the hold up is. maybe the summer heat? maybe there's no solid date as to when we're moving? because it's a much shorter move? i have to get crackin'.