Aaaaand we're done

Well, so far. We finished the renos, the house sold, and the move has happened. We're now rockin' the Bakken in Williston. We're living in company-provided housing, and our stuff is living in a sea can.

The sea can is pretty packed. It's rather inconvenient, especially when I want to cook things or bake things, but have no access to the pots and pans that are taunting me. It's amazing how many things I get the urge to do when I can't. Stupid contrariness.

The company provided housing is a trailer - a living/kitchen/dining area, a bedroom, and two bathrooms. There's a second bedroom, but it's mostly holding the double beds that we don't want the cats to destroy. The kitties are much more constricted here but are quite happy. I think they have more fresh air now, since the satellite cables are running through the slightly-open windows. It's all good.

My lab at work is also in a trailer. I win! I'm now double trailer trash. I'm having a good, yet frustrating, time setting everything up at work. Good because I can organize things how I want them (yay OCD!), and frustrating because I'm waiting on tools and equipment that may or may not have been ordered yet. That's the anti-bonus of having to rely on someone else to remember all the things that need to be done. I was hoping someone had previously documented setting up a lab from scratch, since it seems like that happens a lot with this company. But no, that would be convenient.

I'm not bitter.

Oh well, maybe I can set a precedent. Pat myself on the back and feel superior. Some good might as well come from this. :)

In other news, we had a fairly decent time during the holidays, at the farm and in Minot afterwards. Lots of stuff on sale, so my honey got some sweaters and I got in my yearly allotment of clothes shopping and got some new shirts. Plus we each got a bathing suit, since ours are hibernating somewhere in the sea can. Jay's trunks: $1.04, my suit: $80. Both were on sale. Boo to societal pressure on women, and also to me for caving to it. Le sigh.

I really needed to supplement my wardrobe of mostly painty/stained t-shirts, though. I somehow neglected to keep any dressy (read: not t-shirts/jeans) clothes out when packing the sea can, so all I had were grubby work clothes. Jay's shopping trip was good for me - whenever he updates his t-shirts, I get all the ones that don't fit or don't get worn much. It's like shopping, but without the annoyance of actually shopping! Everyone wins! Mostly my laziness.