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I lied. I do have to go back, because I forgot to write down some key phone numbers, I need to track down some phantom pension contributions, and my employer refuses to make any of the phone numbers I need available on its website. And I know from experience that if I contact a general line and ask for info I'll be given the runaround - I always did it when one of those people got me. My name might be recognized, but likely not - I'm not what you'd call outgoing, so unless I hit someone I'd actually worked with... The only other option is calling a random coworker - not my nemesis, but not one I was ever terribly close to (I remember her number because it was one digit off from mine) and asking her for some of those numbers. But I don't know if she could help me with the pension thing. So going back is probably my best bet to cover everything. Sigh. Don't wanna!

( To-do list )

Still have to pack up bookcases. My honor is at stake, here. I'm looking forward to future moves out in California that will not involve my mother's help, because I really, really hate the way she gets when she helps. I mean, the help is good, but the drill sergeant thing I could live without.

(Edited: Pension issues resolved painlessly! I didn't even have to brandish my W2s! Details will go in a locked post to spare you all the boredom-induced comas, unless you are so unwise as to browse while logged in, but still vent my feelings.)

Sims 2 and move-related info

I got back into FF6, and the fandom, and the writing of fanfic, when I was graduating from college and wanting desperately not to deal with it. I played videogames obsessively as high school was ending. So it's really no wonder I'm escaping into Sims 2 all the time right now.

( Update on teh ugly )

( University: The March of the Townies! )

( The Strife Household: 'We prefer the term naturism' )

( Celes has got it goin' on )

( Speaking of divorce... )

( Picking aspirations for the next round of Final Fantasy Sims )

Meanwhile, back in my real life, I've packed up lots and lots of books, donated lots of old clothes and sundry other unwanted junk to Goodwill, and most impressive of all, cleaned out my fridge, which was sort of like Dirk Gently's refrigerator - this locus of shame, fear, and furry cheese. The freezer was packed with stuff from my late aunt's house; when he was cleaning it out, Dad didn't want to throw away everything, so he foisted a lot of it off on me. I don't even remember how long it'd been since I cleaned the whole thing.

Sims never have to pack... or clean the fridge...