Wandering Aimlessly

I am effectively exhausted. It's been quite a couple of days. Here's a rundown:

Sunday

• Spent hours looking for a temporary "bed" to sleep on at my completely unfurnished apartment
  
• Gave up around 3 with plans to go to Beverly Hills to a museum, and then back to Burbank to the IKEA to buy a folding guest cot.
  
• Just getting into Beverly Hills and the battery charge light goes on. Manual says to pull over ASAP. Make it to gas station that happens to have a service station attached, that happens to be open on Sundays, that happens to be AAA-certified, AND that happens to be about 4 blocks from the museum. They'll charge the battery and see if that helps, which will take an hour.
  
• Go to museum. Very cool. They were doing an exhibit on set decoration, so we saw sets from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Spider-Man 2, Haunted Mansion, among others.
  
• Go back to car place. Alternator and battery both need to be replaced. Can be done tomorrow (Monday).
  
• Leave car, call for cab to go to LAX, because the only car rental places open on Sundays are at the airport. Amuse the girl at AAA when she asks for the zip code I'm in... the only one I knew was from Beverly Hills, 90210, and she just about died laughing when it worked. Hee.
  
• Pick up rental from airport, head to Burbank IKEA for cot. Cot is SOLD OUT, which it did NOT say (other items did have signs if they were unavailable). I about cried. Nothing to sleep on, we'd searched all day, and my car was stuck in Beverly Hills.

Monday

• First day of work. Not what I would call the best day ever.
  
• We were completely understaffed. No one had three minutes to show me around, tell me what was expected of me, or even show me where we keep things I would be needing to use. They were busy, CRAZY busy, but that kind of sucked.
  
• Didn't even have a key to the bathroom.
  
• My computer wasn't working until 4:30 pm, despite the fact I had to take customers. Without a computer. In a brand new bank, in a brand new state with different laws and rules and ways of doing things.
  
• Went to get cashiers check for the lease signing that night... wire transfer that was sent Saturday was not in.
  
• Cue Kate's practical breakdown.
  
• Turns out the wire HAD been received, but would not post to my account until overnight. Which meant I would not have access to the money until today, about 12 hours too late for the lease signing. At this point, I'm near tears.
  
• A wonderful, wonderful woman who works there, my angel, wrote me the check out of her personal account. She'd not even known me for eight hours, and she wrote me a check for $2600. I still can't believe it. I don't know what I would have done.
  
• Left work earlyish to get to lease signing. Signed lease, WHEW! Moved some stuff in.
  
• Went to dinner with my mom and the roommates.
  
• Went with Mom to Beverly Hills to get the car. Had to say good-bye in the gas station parking lot. *sniff* Not the best farewell ever. She went to the airport in the rental, I went home in my car. I wish I could have taken her to the airport, but it really didn't make sense for me to drive all the way out there, FOLLOW her out there, JUST to say goodbye and turn around and come back home.
  
• Came back to the hotel to crash, but was so wired from the emotional rollercoaster of the day that I couldn't fall asleep. Or stay asleep.

I was up way too early this morning, I'm still kind of reeling from the last two days, and I'm so tired. So, so tired. I have to work today, and then move the rest of my stuff.

But through this all, the most reassuring thing is that I never thought about giving up and going home. I never once thought "What the hell am I doing here?" It feels right, and I'm excited. I have a job and an apartment, and soon I'll have furniture for the apartment. *laugh*

So I guess it's just onward-ho!