I Hate Skipping Lunch

Today I'm thankful because:

1. I was able to save gas by not going anywhere during lunch.

2. Yesterday we started going back to the gym, after a week-long illness-induced hiatus. (I know, that's usually not listed up here, but it's a love/hate relationship.)

3. I sent out my first resume after getting the results from my exam! (Shh, don't tell anybody.)

4. I went to the grocery store yesterday, and although it wasn't a full trip, it makes me feel good to have the fridge and cabinets well stocked.

5. Z will be assigned his state car tomorrow, meaning our fuel expenses will officially be cut in half, thank God. He will be traveling quite often for his job, so he gets his own car (you know, the kind that scares you on the interstate, but turns out to not really be a cop) and a separate credit card for his gas expenses. Hooray!


Last night the senior pastor of our new church came to visit (Methodists don't do that, so I'm not used to people dropping by unannounced). Just one problem though – we weren't at home. That's the second time we've missed a visit from someone at that church. The first time, we had just gotten in from the gym and I got a call on my cell phone. The man introduced himself and said he'd like to visit with us – he never said he was sitting at the gate to our apartment! I told him it was not a good time and explained we'd just gotten home. He seemed fine with it, but the next Sunday when we visited a new Sunday school class, he turned out to be the teacher, and he said that he'd been at the gate. I felt horrible – I would have let him in if I'd realized that! Well last night when we got home from the gym (admittedly later than usual) Z had a voicemail from the preacher saying he was at the gate and would like to visit, but he'd call back some other time. What a reputation we're creating for ourselves. Oh well. If someone would call before they arrive and set up a time to visit, I would make sure to be home and have the apartment picked up, and I'd probably have coffee on and cookies in the oven. I like to be a good hostess, but I don't like to be surprised.

Yesterday we met with the lady from the mortgage company (I don't know what to call her – loan officer?) which took two hours. At my old job, that wouldn't have mattered a lick, as long as I did what I had to do (stay late, eat lunch at my desk the next day, or nothing). Nobody cared so long as my work was still completed. Here, I was terrified. I called the receptionist after about an hour and a half to let her know I wasn't dead. And today, even though I didn't have enough work to warrant it, I stayed in during the lunch hour to make up that time. I find that to be completely crappy. I just sat here reading e-mails and reading online news, but I was here, gosh darnit. Man, I'm over it.

So we found out yesterday that we were mistaken on the date our lease ended. Apparently, these landlords round up to the end of the month, no matter what date your lease begins. (So, our 6 month lease will last slightly longer than 6.5 months… go figure.) Also, they're definitely not willing to negotiate and let us leave a couple of weeks early, which would actually be 6 months. Anyway, so we're stuck with paying an entire month's rent after we close on the house. I guess we'll definitely be able to take our time on moving…