Tuesday, June 2
The most productive day of my life, provided productivity is measured by the sheer volume of paperwork signed. Dean and I spent the entire day bopping from one office to another to get all of our paperwork in order for the big move. I got a call from my (ex-)boss Laurie, under the guise of asking a question about a contract I’d worked on. I told her the call made me feel special and needed, and then quoted her my hourly rate for any future questions. Later in the evening I spent some quality time at Lisa’s place, where she very generously lent me her washing machine to do a load. Dean and I had already been living in a hotel for a week, and I had caught Dean calculating the amount of days he would have to wear each pair of underwear to last him the duration of the trip. Thank you (so much), Lisa, for helping me make sure that plan never comes to fruition.
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