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[02 May 2009|12:11am] |
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I have a home! It's in Fruitvale near 35th and 580 so the neighborhood is a little dodgy, but it's extremely close to both Fruitvale and Rockridge BART. And it's exactly the place I wanted at Humboldt Gardens! I'll have a real kitchenette (with a stove instead of a dirty hotplate), a bathroom with a tub (!!!), and hardwood/laminate floors! Best of all, I will no longer have to poop where I cook. It's crazy that it's legal to have places like that, but it's made for awesome stories. I'll miss my bathkin...
In other news, getting ready to work at the Autumn is madness. For being so thick sometimes Rachel is a very good and responsable buisiness person. I have to fill out a buttload of paperwork about my health, education, and criminal record, and today I had to go in and get a Live Scan (fingerprinting) so the state can be sure the FBI isn't after me. I'd like to blame swine flu for making me wait until the 27th before I can get a physical exam, because that seems pretty ridiculous. Rachel isn't thrilled and I'll have to keep checking in to see if there's any cancellations before then.
The only thing that's got me a bit irked really is that I inherit all of dad's furniture from Emeryville. Two couches, the dining room table, the coffee table, and the bed. Hooray for awesome (red) furniture and a big bed, but damn that's going to be a lot to stuff in my little space. On top of that are my two bookcases and Nigel's cage. I'll have to work hard to keep the place looking tidy amid my junk. At any rate I guess it means that the valuable stuff like the silver tea set from great great grand-relatives and all our photos are staying with dad at Rachel's. I should ask him about that and whether the last of my things (stuffed animals, books, and art projects) are still stored in the basement at the Autumn.
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