There are a few things I plan on procuring this year: a PS3, (more) house plants, an air conditioner, a planted aquarium, and now a new phone. The first three were already in the plans, but the phone is a few urge that was brought about by Adam’s shiny new toy (he was over due though).
The trend for the past few years seem to be bigger is better, but lately there’s an acknowledgement that perhaps these monsters are getting a little too big. This is where the minis are stepping up to bat.
At first, I was pretty sold on the Samsung S4 Mini. It’s a little smaller than my brick of a HTC Amaze and it had a few upgrades that looked pretty neat. The reviews were a mixed bag though. Yes, the size was good, but the components on the inside weren’t as good as they could be. If you don’t care, then it’s fine, but if you do care…
I’m holding out for the HTC One Mini. I like the HTC One, but dear lord, it’s huge. my present behemoth is as big as I’m willing to go. The HTC One is bigger, not by much, but enough. It’s not that I need my gadgets necessarily, but I just don’t see why I should do without. And while the Mini is a tiny bit longer, it’s shorter and thinner, and has more gadgets than i have now. Telus doesn’t have the phone just yet, but then again I still have 9 more months to pay off my current phone, so it all works out!
See all the shinies in a row!
Comparisons courtesy of phoneArena.com
Went back today (oh what a long haul that was!), and when we got to the old apartment… it was empty, dusty, and small. I couldn’t believe it. The living room was roughly the size of our new bedroom.
I knew that the new place is bigger… numerically. It’s 725 sf (almost) versus 1100. Yet, I’m still amazed by the space I now have. A few days ago, I just realized that the ceiling hovers a foot or two higher than I’m used to. Or today, I pointed out to mom that our temporary sofa set up would not be possible in the old place (extra sofa between TV wall and recliner). If we did ever try to do it, there would be no space to move around the sofa. and yet, here there is. Not a lot, mind you, but enough to do so comfortably.
Well, now. We have cleaned up the other place as best we could: patched the holes, scoured the walls, wiped the blinds, cleaned the windows, and swiffa’d the floors of the rooms. All that is left is the fridge and another go at the stove. And maybe another wipe down of the bathroom. And then we are DONE with cleaning!
Which leads to the next question of when we are going back for the final third round and the exit walk through. Continue reading
Well, today was one of the first days where… nothing really happened. I got back from work, we went out to get burgers, then came home.
And I’ve been on the computer since.
And it’s only 9pm.
*frowns* I feel like I have too much time.
On the other hand, yesterday all but one of my fish tank critters died. *sigh* The cory had swum down a tube in the transport tank and had gotten stuck below the gravel, and there perished. The shrimp died, possibly from the pollution of the dead cory. The one assassin snail, I’ve moved to a small container with fresh water. Hopefully, it will survive the shock of being moved yet again.
The bright side is, this will give me a chance to start a tank from scratch without worrying about feeding the fish. I’ve been wanting to start a planted tank for a while now. I guess when my next pay cheque goes through…
On the day I moved (March 2), Vancouver decided to have one last laugh on my behalf, and frigging dumped snow on us. Meaning, my friend, Aaron, was late by hours and the movers (Canadian Back Haul) were delayed by an hour.
All in all, the move itself wasn’t bad. There were some tense moments (oh god oh god oh god, they took the electric piano), but overall, there weren’t any major casualties and they left with more cash than I was truly ready to part with. They did, however, leave a beer with Adam and a promise to call me back for web design editing (which hasn’t happened yet, but that’s fine). The last two friends were sent off for the day at 6 and there was barely any time to set up the bed and collapse. The next morning, I started my first day at my new job (but that’s a whole ‘nother story).
This weekend, we’ll be going back to the previous apartment to clean and collect the last of the items in the utility closet and the fridge goodies.
And yes, I do have pictures… but I’m just going to keep them to myself. The place really isn’t presentable yet!
So, let’s talk loot:
There are balloons. There are two plushy dragons that roar when bopped or prodded. There is one awesome card filled with signatures from both service and sales staff (some saying, “You’ll be back.”). There is one cool-ass plant. And there, in the background, is a dragon kite. (And, unofficially, a can of beer and one last mocha from Starbux).
Hell, maybe I should come back a third time just to see what the loot would be the third time I leave. Last time I just got a cake and a card!
Today was filled with goodbyes and phone numbers and I collected hugs like a stripper takes cash. Disappearing into the ether without a word was clearly not an option. I even got one last angry phone call for the road.
It was sad to leave the people behind, I won’t deny that. The second time around, working at DirectBuy, was a blast. Lots of fun memories, loads of quirky stories, and so much sass, it’s unbelievable. But, I’m moving on. Again.
This was the end of Day 3. Thursday will be Day 2. Friday is Day 1. Saturday will be Day 0, and Sunday will be the start of a new cycle.
I told Megan, my manager, that on Friday, I would be just irrepressible. She scoffed, but she knows I’m right. I’ll be so hyper and excited for the move, that no one will be able to stand me. Continue reading
It’s midnight and I’m walking around the apartment getting a glass of root beer (yeah, ours is a late household) and I think, I should turn off the aquarium light.
I turn the corner, and somewhere in the darkness a cat startles. It darts away into the inky blackness and then promptly runs into a cardboard box. There’s a cascade of sliding boxes and further scrambling.
No, Adam’s cats are not nocturnal at all.