The Un-weekend

You know, I realize that having a non 9-5 job has its perks. My hours are my own choosing. The problem is that some weekends you just end up in lab all the time, and then you start to envy the M-F 9-5 lifestyle. Just sayin’ . . .

I opened my very first safety deposit box this weekend. It is one more check on the list of “things that adults do.” What struck me hardest was all security. Silly, I know, because of course a safety deposit box would be safe. But opening the box is like launching a missile: the bank has a key and you have a key and both keys must be present to unlock the box. And the bank doesn’t want to know what’s in there, so you are ushered to a private room to add/remove stuff. Quiet time with your most irreplaceable things. Or at least the most semi-irreplaceable things.

I’m also making some headway on getting junk out of the apartment. Many garbage bags of clothes I don’t wear have been taken to St. Vincent’s. Now that I know how to do that, there’s just an eternal donation-bag stack in my room. I’ve got lots of crap I don’t use or need anymore that someone else may want. It’s headway. Mainly I’ve got a lot of college paraphernalia that needs to get culled next. Lots o’ paper goods!

We also had our first tornado warning of the season, which is always exciting. I love spring storms!