One of the first things that happened after I started this blog in July 2006 was that I announced to my place of work that I was leaving and relocating to Chicago (gee, sounds familiar doesn’t it).  Specifically I said “If you want your workload doubled–tell your job that you’re moving.”  While that’s not quite the case here, it’s daunting how much I need to finish up before I am packed into a truck and heading 5 hours that way.*

Wednesday, I told the world at large.  I’d sworn my immediate department on Tuesday to 18 hours of silence and knowledge–including on the internet. They all were diligent and held their tongues.  Everyone has been very gracious and enthusiastic so far, tempered with a bit of sadness, on both sides.

Now…now things really start happening.  Madame Storyteller and I started on a serious list on Tuesday evening and by COB Thursday I no longer had any storytimes.  Madame Storyteller is taking Wee Reads, including, sniffle, a patron I’ve had since my first storytimes at LPL.  I haven’t called that mom yet to tell her.  Overdrive went to our Reference Queen and we had that meeting on Wednesday.  I’ll spend out the acquisitions budgets for this year but I’ve started handing over selection tools to three people taking on my ordering responsibilities.

Over lunch I gave notice to the Office Manager for my apartment building.  She and I have worked quite well together through her seeming-ever-rotating office help.  We discussed details, when I’d get my security deposit, what I needed to take care of before I left (e.g. I have to have the carpets professionally cleaned because of Gypsy).

This morning was my regularly scheduled six month dental appt.  After sharing the news with him and indulging in some wishful thinking that he and his wife (my other dentist–they have a joint practice) would pack up and come with me, I hopped down the hall to my orthodontist’s office (same building–so easy!).  I caught him at a random free moment and filled him in on the details.  Before I could hardly blink he was talking about a debanding appointment and about three breaths later I was in a chair where they’d had a canceled appt and getting another minor adjustment.  Keep in mind that originally we were talking about debanding in February.  When I left the office I had four orthodontic appointments scheduled into the next twelve days.  And then I went back to my dentist.  He’d expressed that there were a couple things that needed to be done once I got the braces off and since they’ll be off before I go–I’d rather have him do it.  It’s a shame I can’t knit really in the dental chair–they don’t mind if I read while I’m waiting the Novocaine to set in but they frown on sharp pointy sticks held by people not actually working there.

I’ve resigned from the Three Rivers Knitting Guild and I’ll resign from the La Crosse Kiwanis Board on Monday, the group on Tuesday. I have to change over passwords and contact accounts but this time–all of that is in a central location and our President-Elect knows how to get to it!  Online shared spreadsheets FTW!

I’m working on new hire paperwork for UIC, all electronically.  As I need to set up things like direct deposit and such, that meant a new bank account. I really like the bank I have here (not the old one, the new one) but they don’t have a branch in Chicago.  I didn’t order checks, so I’ll have to ask about how I get my routing numbers.  I expect they’ll email me something about that in the morning.  Have I mentioned how much I like living in the future where we can set up a bank account at midnight and know that by the time I get to my email in the morning whatever details I need taken care of will be in process?

And now of course I have to answer the truly difficult questions

  1. Can I read 1 National Geographic a day so I can recycle the backlog and not have to move it?
  2. Why on earth do I have this much body wash/scrub/lotion?
  3. Do I have time to make 8 new pair of pajama pants, 14 shawls, 10 pairs of socks, and put together 5 scrapbooks in the next three weeks?  (The need to craft is strong in me. And I have some flannel that I’d rather move as pajama pants as opposed to fabric.)
  4. Who inherits the knitting needle stash at work?

Friday’s another full day… Hedgehog has acquisition funds to spend.

*pointing vaguely south-east, wait, which way is north?