Move-out day is the 22nd…so, three weeks from now. Getting arrangements to fall into place is getting a bit hectic. I’ve applied for the new apartment and it’s kind of unofficially being held until the deposit gets there so it can be officially held.

I’m somewhere between “there’s three weeks of this insanity left?”, “there’s ONLY THREE WEEKS LEFT to get all this done,” “getting out of here in three weeks yay yay yay,” and “I have to wait another three weeks before I can get going?”

I’m posting this from Internet Exploder because Firefox and my computer are completely freaking out on each other. A few seconds after Firefox starts up, my computer bluescreens with a kernel_data_inpage_error. It gives error code 0×7A and says something unintelligible about win32k.sys.

Differential diagnosis and any ideas people can come up with, please.

My official move-out date is July 22nd.  There are things to figure out between then and now, like where I’m moving to, utilities on both ends, a trailer in which to move all my stuff…but mostly, I’m excited that moving is finally really going to happen, because it needs to happen for at least four different reasons.

1. Thomas is there, and long distance sucks.
2. The education job market here went from recruiting like crazy, which is why I was here in the first place, to completely crappy with layoffs and everything, in about the last year.  I’m SOL here in job search terms.
3. The culture here is very anti-education.  They like raising test scores, but it has to happen this year; real education is a long-term process.
4. My allergies are completely out of hand.

Mostly, though…I’ve had a saying that I live my life in two-year increments.  This shows up in that, on average, I’ve moved about every two years.  The crazy thing is, it looks like this is the last two-year increment, which could be reason #5 why this really needs to happen.  I’m ready to dig in, put down roots, and live a life instead of an increment.

I finished and sent off the thing that’s been holding up my Oregon teaching license.  I sent off the paperwork that’s been holding up my degree.  I got most of the rest of my to-do list for the day done, even with wasting so much time on this one thing…

My credit union rolled out an “upgrade” that broke the way my parents send me bailouts.  And they don’t plan to fix “shared branching” until next month…um, yeah, that’s stupid.  Shared branching is what makes credit unions usable when there are national banks that people could just as easily use.  We found this out when they tried to send me money to cover the rent check I dropped off yesterday.  Western Union has a per-day, not per-transaction, statutory limit on transfers into Arizona, so that wasn’t an option.  So they tried to wire me the money, and that’s where things got stupid.

Apparently at my credit union there’s the account number and there’s the account numbercomposite triple beat.  The two are completely different things with the same name.  I added the colors so you’ll follow the next bit.  The instructions for a wire transfer say to include the member’s account number.  I gave my mom my account number, not knowing that there even was a difference.  (Probably to someone who does this stuff all the time, or a business major, this is obvious…but it’s a teachers’ credit union, so everything should be written on a level understandable by my classmates and coworkers.  If I can mess it up, some of them really don’t have a prayer.)

We figure this out, two hours later (half an hour of which was on hold listening to bad elevator music), too late for it to get fixed today.  My mom made it to her bank before they closed and started it processing, but it still has to float through the wires of wiring, and then my credit union has to process it, so, no sooner than tomorrow morning.

Last month, my rent check cleared my account on the 5th, but there was a weekend in there.  The 3rd, as in tomorrow, is completely reasonable.  So I might bounce a rent check.  And get huge fees from the management company.

I am not OK with this, but at this point there’s nothing that I can do.  I’m not OK with that either.

I got stuff done.  I accomplished stuff.  Important stuff.

It should have been a really good day, and I don’t get that many of those lately (most days are kind of “homework, nothing happened”), so I hate that it went to waste.

I cleaned my kitchen. ‘Nuff said.

While chatting online today, I mentioned that I need to use up a bunch of flour–I have this huge bag of flour that I’d rather not have to take with me when I move.  The conversation shifted from there to things that can be baked, and I remembered that I have, or at least had at one time, crazy bread baking skills.  For the first two years of undergrad, I made most of my own bread, and kept eggs on hand by trading a loaf as needed with my aunt and uncle for extra eggs from their chickens…and when I showed up with “trade goods,” a feeding frenzy broke out.

Now, I have too much flour to use up to try to eat that much bread myself…but I have neighbors…so an idea popped into my head (this is often dangerous).  At least theoretically, I could bake bread and sell it off to the neighbors.  I would have to clean my kitchen up, really well; meant to do that anyway.  Most of the time involved in making bread is stuff the dough can do by itself while I sleep or do homework.  The only really time-consuming part would be taking it around to sell it, although even that might get better as I went along because I could go straight to the usual people.  If I get $3 a loaf or two for $5, and sell four two-loaf batches a day, that’s $20 in my pocket.  I won’t get rich this way but I could probably cover my grocery bill and car payment.

There are probably still some bugs to work out, but I think just I found my summer job.

This always bugged me.  At least I’m not the only one.

I’ve been working on this lesson plan in some form for close to six months, and the particular proof I needed for it for about two months. Finally, дивани the analytical proof to the triangle centroid theorem is done, and the lesson plan has been turned in. Barring stuff that would make me scream, I’m done with that class.

I’m also done with the essay part of the statistics class; I’ll take the objective test for that one next semester. I’m one essay away on the pedagogy class. All I absolutely need, now, is to pass the test that I was one question away from last time, which is scheduled for early May. That’s cutting it a bit close but they made me wait a month from when I took it before. Next time I’m putting the objective test earlier in the semester since scheduling those can be such a pain.

Anyway…the proof that was absolutely giving me hell…had been defeated. I’m considering going out for lunch to celebrate. Freaking finally